@sannewman My darling sanctuary is the stacks of faded post-it notes that have formed into small islands, their societies founded on promise and dreams, surviving through rivers of coffee rings and the crumbs of espresso beans. They survive not knowing what tomorrow might bring, but they talk of reaching the mainland one day. "Espresso beans as big as your head Sally!" says 1960s-robot-whos-not-a-robot. Sally knew the robot was wrong; never had she heard such a terrible idea.