Flip through the pages and you’ll find paper is not a surface but an ocean where you are welcome to dive and breathe underwater. Paper is a dead tree, crushed to a pulp, then bleached, then glued, then pressed beyond recognition. Did you ever see the plant, looking at the gloosy page of a fashion magazine? And now that you’re looking at the screen, don’t you think paper has its own noblesse? Paper keeps its antique pride, even when bearing the scars of our accumulated culture.


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