I am disturbed by paper boats, the image of carefree kids carefully folding a sheet of paper, making sharp creases, folding the emerging object this way then that to eventually make a thing that is so laughable, so clumsy, so fragile, so useless, so destined for failure.
A paper boat will never serve its intended purpose, will never survive the elements, the roguish storms that life brings, will never return to the safety of any harbor;
Instead it will gradually absorb water then slowly, inevitably sink into cold, darkening, silent depths;
Down, down it will go, unwanted, ugly, relentlessly disintegrating until nothing is left, nothing.
Children and paper boats, the creators and the created,
Ultimately sharing the same destiny.