Folding us Back

Tuesday, 13 December 2016


Again
Begin Again.


The cold steel ruler was pressed against the paper, and with a swift tear, the once crisp-edged paper now had a coarse side. But in fair terms, it became a square. The fingers were growing tired of folding according to the creases and pulling out a few unruly flaps. It seemed repetitive, but I felt it was an odd gain. Its been months, and my fingers started moving mechanically, many looked at me, What are you up to again?