But i am writing this in Britain.
as it is the weekend, and i am trapped behind a desk (working) in a university library - a library with no students (a situation which is either ideal [for the librarian] or depressing [because no one is using all this lovely, perfectly good Knowledge]), and it is raining outside, and i am bored to the core of my being...i offer you all this:
paper planes
(i'm kind of stuck constructing the Gomez. i think my favorite is the Silke.)
c'mon, who doesn't like paper planes? or blanket forts? or anything that requires the obsession and borderline mania that only a child trying to balance a playing card on its edge can muster?
Top tip: breathe deep and fold crisply.
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