So there I was, sitting at the coffee bar madly scribbling away on a napkin; it was going to be quite the colourful addition to the clan of countless of its kind which encircled the vicinities of my desk, bed and outturned pockets. Sighing as I tried to make sense of the string of words that my mind had convinced me was sensical sentences, a realization (that struck with a force of a cartoon anvil) dawned on me. What if these coffee-scented squiggles could immortalise themselves in a small nook in this universe?