Paper Boats Anarchy

I guess lack of divergent thinking is innate in me. Communist ideology fascinated me but then a lack of divergent thinking hung me  over no man's land. He perhaps did not notice me listen keenly as he made the comment,"Money, money is paper. I wont define myself through it. Hoarding is not my taste"

And I am in a mood to be creative. I like to make boats, a recently learnt activity. I combine it with my new heard ideology of money. So I pick up the notes from his pocket and make my paper boats. I line them together, a fifty boats in all, differently numbered adding to the variegated style of my artistic visions. He emerges from his bath, flicking up a water drop of his wavy hair, his simple communist white cotton towel. He finally turns to see me waiting for approval, sees the boats, then his eyes metamorphose from communist to fascist and I taste fascism on my flesh. I guess am one of those who best can fit into anarchy.