The scent of cardboard drapes over me like a warm blanket. The sun shines through grand windows, highlighting golden each caramel board of smooth waxed wood-- is it oak?
A cacophony of keyboard clicks and packing tape scratches fills the air. "Where are you shipping to?" "Priority first-class?" "Please fill out this brief survey... Next!"
The room is simple but the essence is untouchable.
There is one of these in almost every town, a smiling face behind each counter. If you are here then you are connected to the rest of the world.
