Striding through the airport this morning, Destiny notes the typical presence of newspapers—Wall Street Journal, New York Times, USA Today—held aloft by focused readers in pin-stripes and gray flannel, wing-tips and tasseled loafers. Destiny marches on, aware that the rustle of thin paper is growing louder--flapping, cawing, squawking. She realizes suddenly these are not newspapers … Continue reading Paper Birds
