There’s a poetic tragedy to paper airplanes. No matter how much care and detail has been poured into them, they all fall eventually. They’re fragile and easily damaged. Their first flight is usually their one and only chance to soar. Paper airplanes are doomed from the start, even if the few seconds of flight are full of hope and lightness and fun. Those few seconds make it almost worth the inevitable fall. Almost, but not quite.
