Paper

📝 Paper 📝

Dry and airy. Tactile rustling. Nostalgic yet forever modern.

From the beginning, the intent of “Taxonomy of Earth” was not to restrict “taxonomy” to “nature.” It is in the nature of humans to take what’s available in the surroundings and create new things. Paper is one such thing.

Paper built civilizations. Paper bends time and location. Paper even brings back the dead; it can also make a living person cling to something already gone to such an extent, they might as well be dead.

Paper is power, but it’s also fragile. It has an airy volume, like lanterns blown to their maximum size to hold light. I also feel that paper is romantic, in the diligence-and-enterprise sense. Visions are brought to life through paper. It is nostalgic yet forever modern because of its practicality; those “smart” home appliances these days are oftentimes so stupidly complicated, I doubt paper will ever completely go away.

So, these are love songs for paper.

Cheers,
Echo

(1) Pulp mentality

Nothing wasted here.
Beat the scraps long enough and
they become a page.

(2) Origami

One crease learns the next.
A flat thing remembers wings
it dreamed while lying flat.

(3) I fold easily

Not exactly flawed.
Things willing to bend outlive
things that are rigid.

(4) Unwritten

Nothing here for now.
The surface hums like a room
before the guests come.

(5) Hold me up to the light

A secret message,
visible when between me
and candle you stand.

(6) Papyrus

Reeds sliced, laid crosswise,
pressed until the river’s grain
agrees to be script.

(7) Burning

Edge goes gold, then brown,
then a black lace of language
lifting off the shelf.

(8) Cut

The blade wants nothing.
It only asks: which half now
carries the story.

(9) Leaving a trail, leaving the trail

Torn scraps mark the woods.
They show the spot where I stopped
and walked off the map.

(10) Newsprint fingers

Yesterday comes off
from my skin–a residue,
grey and soft like smoke.

(11) Grain direction

Tear with, it goes clean.
Tear against, the fibers scream,
jagged and honest.

(12) The smell of paper

Vanilla and dust.
Lignin breaking down for years.
A book exhaling.

❤️ [Paper] lined notebook ❤️

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