The first time I saw it, I was half-asleep, scrolling through a Telegram channel I’d joined on a whim—somewhere between a friend’s recommendation and a late-night rabbit hole. The name itself, mulebuy finds telegram, sounded like a secret handshake, a quiet club for those of us who care about the texture of a linen napkin or the weight of a ceramic mug. I wasn’t looking for anything. That’s always when it finds you. It was a small thing, photographed on a neutral linen backdrop, with the kind of lighting that makes you feel like the sun has just come up on a Sunday that has nowhere to be. A hand-thrown…