Though i’m not an Egyptologist officially, I do know that the old-timey Egyptians believed you died a second time when people stopped talking about / remembering you.
As such, i’m keeping the folks (from CCCP, Albania, Yugoslavia, Romania and so on) in these passports alive in a sort of way by making them into postcards and sending them on special missions out into the world
With relevant snippet of handcrafted poetry on reverse (Flood’d).
Are you in the diplomatic club of mysterious goodness? $5/mo gets you handcrafted art & story.
