[an alphabet on brown paper]

We’ve sat on this long enough. We don’t know what it is. We don’t know where it came from. We don’t know where it’s going—unless you buy it, in which case we will have your shipping address. We’ve stared at it under a loop to try and figure out if it was printed or if it’s the work of pen on paper. Sometimes we think it’s an engraving because the ink looks raised and we sometimes think we can see one line crossing over another. But we’re giving up. We can tell you, though, that it’s on some sort of brown arty sheet with assorted foreign fibers and mounted into a manilla folder-like mat. A lovely thing that gives us Lucien Bernhard vibes—but that could be misleading.