On an early fall evening, under the watchful eye of a full moon, a child’s art project; a little boy made of bits of paper with sequins for eyes, comes loose and falls down off the front of a refrigerator onto the kitchen floor below. As the paper boy begins his wordless journey through the twilight kitchen (to Debussey’s Claire de Lune), he begins to fall apart, and winds up in the deepest recesses of the junk drawer – that pergatory like middle ground where useless yet sentimental things reside before being relegated to the garbage dump. There, he encounters a little Japanese paper doll who has been buried under a tsunami of forgotten and outdated technology, and in helping her escape, is rewarded with an origami gift she has fashioned herself, a set of paper wings to return him home.