Signal/Witness No. 01 The stamps and catalogue numbers are mirrored, inverted, half-legible — as if the filing system itself has lost confidence in what it's trying to contain. Was something was processed here in May 1935? Something was assigned a value of four pence. Whatever it was, the archive couldn't quite bring itself to look at it directly. The grid fractures the image at the point of contact — the moment the document most needs to be clear is precisely where the transmission breaks down. Ninety years of institutional distance and the signal still arrives compromised, still warm, still insisting on itself despite everything the paperwork tried to do with it. Catalogued. Mirrored. Unresolved. Still 1935 somewhere in the seams.