Albertan-Artists

if you keep folding a piece of paper, eventually it will disappear. just like the trees. and the water. and all the good people. paper crunching doesn't feel like a demolished forest. or a glass half empty. or the person who drank it. a crumpling paper just sounds like the end. like a chainsaw running out of gas. a body being filled. or the wrong body being filled. but when it's the trees that die, the water that dries, and the people that kill, it's not the paper that's disappearing. the end.