I have folded a scary number of paper cranes in my life. So many I’d struggle to estimate with any precision. All of them in the past decade. I learned how in an airport, taught by my best friend.

I haven’t folded out of a particular passion for origami, which was only ever a passing interest. Usually I made them as a means to idle distraction, occupying my hands while I let my mind work or wander. Occasionally they’d be folded to impress. And now and then they’d be constructed for a special meaning and significance. It’s a weird thing to think that folded paper, a very specific form of folded paper, has been probably the only constant this past span.

I blame Blade Runner.