Angelo Reynoldsick

You’ve scrolled through fifty logo galleries already. And every one feels like looking at mannequins in a store window. Pretty. Static.

You found that old album in the attic. Dust on the spine. Yellowed pages. Stamps you’ve never seen before.

Every stamp is a miniature masterpiece. A tiny window into a specific moment in history.

You’ve held one of those stamps in your hand. Felt the paper. Seen the federal seal. Wondered what it really means.