It’s a monkey You say that as if youre mocking me Its just that we were having a fairly heated exchange, finally getting somewhere real, and you take a hiatus to fold a small simian. It’s the only origami I know how to make. Its for kids parties. Still not getting the point The point is---I just made this myself. Follow me here. Liliana stared at the jovial thing dangling midair between his thumb and forefinger I made it. I could build a square block where it will reside. A park and a swingset. The sort of place I assume a monkey would embrace as home. Okay So I made and I made its home and now I choose to let it go. Tell me Liliana, when I let go what happens to the paper monkey? You tell me I cant Why not, you made it? I cant because of the wind The what? Not the what, the wind. I made the monkey and for arguments sake, lets say I also made the wind but guess what…I made the wind in such a way as to always shift. To move in ways that even I choose not to predict. And the wind that I made moves the monkey I made in ways that I designed to surprise me. He cannot move on his own. He cannot speak or walk or even think. And yet the wind will take him on a journey. A journey not entirely of his own making, but a journey he will take part in nonetheless. more from 99pages
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 08:25:12 +0000
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