The note from Andreus unfolds in Rolf's hand along well-worn lines of creasing, elegant as a fan. Margo and Moe see only the object; soft cream paper, made tan at the edges by frequent handling; faint, exquisite hieroglyphs, fading to vague memories of words. Nothing but surface, the final impression of collected atoms as they are observed, flat and essentially lifeless.
To his misfortune, more now than ever before, Rolf sees everything the paper truly is, and beyond. Mere paper becomes a...
Published on March 09, 2012 14:01