Right now my brain is seeping with toxic anger as a result of how insufferable origami is. I hate it with a burning passion. I toiled away, and all that I got for my work was a beating with the failure stick. My efforts were to make an 8-sided box, with 8 little pieces of paper linking together in what should be a really cool spiral. BUT IT’S NOT. Because origami is impossible for the poor Anglo-Saxon, non-oriental, me. The top, when photographed, doesn’t look like the true failure it is; this is because I used dozens of pieces of tape on the underside, which is cheating.
When I tried to link the bottom 8 pieces together, I just couldn’t take it anymore and crumpled them all up. This was pretty satisfying, like knocking over a Lego tower or jumbling up a completed jig-saw puzzle. Really, I was just putting the paper out of its misery. I can’t imagine the humiliation it was feeling with me manhandling it and making it look like a fool.
In more positive news, I had the delight of watching Pan’s Labyrinth. If you haven’t seen it, I strongly recommend it. I won’t even try to describe its enchanting and melancholy complexity because my description wouldn’t do it justice. Maybe I will try another time, when my brain hasn’t been ravaged by origami failure.
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