Life as Origami

From Jean Genet's Prisoner of Love, p. 171.

A chicken, boat, bird, dart or aeroplane such as schoolboys make out of bits of paper--if you unfold them carefully they bocome a page from a newspaper or a blank sheet of paper again. For a long time I'd been vaguely uneasy, but I was amazed when I realized that my life--I mean the events of my life, spread out flat in front of me--was nothing but a blank sheet of paper which I'd managed to fold into something different. Perhaps I was the only one who could see it in three dimensions, as a mountain, a precipice, a murder or a fatal accident.