life of a romantic - by Spencer Chang - spencer's paradoxes

If you grabbed me by the nape and started rolling me up, the way one folds a collapsible picnic blanket. That is to say, with difficulty getting the right angles, tucking in stray bits, and eliminating air pockets so that it fits into a neat shape that fits reasonably into a bag for taking home. But if you managed to do it successfully at some point, and distilled my rolled-up form into a single word, I imagine you’d fine “romantic” after the dust of the operation settles.