She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams
After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.
Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.
I finally figured out how to read origami directions.
I have more folds than an origami convention.
Origami Striptease reads like William S. Burroughs and Djuna Barnes howling at a brutal paper moon.
