Paper Towns

Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust

or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really

is. You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out

of plastic. It's a papertown. I mean look at it, look at all those cul-de-sacs,

those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall

apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future

to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at

the paper convience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail.

- Paper Towns, John Green

-   Lexx