Today I tangled with paper again. How can there be this much? How does it form into the little papery beasts that it does, snapping at your fingers and grabbing at your throat with claws made of staples and leftover bits of envelopes?
If I had a story to tell you today, a bank statement from 2006 is over there in the corner chewing at its bones.
Reaching for the sky
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