(photo from google images)
there is an inimitable nature of a folded paper—
the origami—which spells not of the idea of structure
but fluidity; the manner by which creases fall in
line against each other, forming pleats,
holding up shapes, react against the very idea of
structure, as it renders the litheness of paper
to move in places unfamiliar, unchartered.
(unfold me in places where I am folded.)
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