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 network lines, the embossed seal, the small green stamp with the name of the piece broken across two lines. Everything on this certificate is doing a specific job.

A stamp made from my initials, pulled in purple — the 23 radiating lines giving it more energy than a mark of ownership has any right to have. Used it for a while, then didn’t.