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title: Snow
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 23
next:
- title: Reports
link: reports
- title: Stagnant
link: stagnant
prev:
- title: Man
link: man
- title: Shed
link: shed
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_[I don't care if they burn][]_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.
He'd have to go to the Office Supply Store tomorrow after work.
He looked at what he'd written.
He'd been thinking about this for a while, felt the frustration build slowly like a [thundercloud][] in the back of his mind.
He thought he should write something else on the card, but everything he thought of seemed too confessional or too real compromising.
[He didn't want anyone, not even the notecards, to know what he was thinking.][thinking]
He decided to try for more of an interview with the paper.
_Why?_ asked the notecard.
_Because there is nothing important on any of them_ he wrote back.
_What do you mean?
You have some good stuff in that top drawer there._
He looked in the top drawer.
It was stuffed full of notecards in no organization.
He could see bits and pieces of thoughts like leaves crunched underfoot in autumn.
_It will take so much organization_ he wrote.
_Why is organization important?
Remember the trees, [how they formed rows][] without trying.
No matter how the ideas fall, they make something.
[The snow][] [does that too][]_ he wrote.
_It doesn't try to make anything but it does._
_No the snow is different_ the notecard was annoyed.
_The snow is a blank canvas that humans build into shapes or doppelgangers.
It makes nothing on its own._
[I don't care if they burn]: fire.html
[thundercloud]: serengeti.html
[thinking]: lappel-du-vide.html
[how they formed rows]: axe.html
[The snow]: 100-lines.html
[does that too]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
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