Folded 8-page Text Piece to Accompany Certificate and Map Sent to Angels

The text piece printed and folded — plain cover, the title and the epigraph, nothing else. Thirteen years of thinking distilled into something you could hold in one hand.

The text piece printed and folded — plain cover, the title and the epigraph, nothing else. Thirteen years of thinking distilled into something you could hold in one hand.

The printed certificates stacked on cardboard, still warm from the printer — each one numbered, signed, and embossed. Twenty of them, one for each exchange.

The objects before they went anywhere — each one wrapped and taped, gathered in a pile that looks more like a sorting office than an artwork. This was the moment the broken things became something else.