Memka & Brickmione
Memka Memka
Brickmione Brickmione
Brickmione Brickmione
You ever notice how a city’s street grid has its own hidden rhythm, like a pulse that tells people where to go? I was sketching the grid in my head the other day, and the angles just lined up with the sunrise—made me wonder what a city would feel like if we shuffled the streets around. What’s your take on that?
Memka Memka
Oh, that’s like when you notice the way the old oak leaf curls around a lamppost and suddenly every path feels like a poem. If the streets shuffled, the city would feel like a living jigsaw puzzle, each block breathing in a different rhythm. I’d probably sketch it with a pencil and then keep it under my arm, because I’d be too busy watching the shadows shift to remember where I put the sketch.
Brickmione Brickmione
Sounds like a perfect project for a rainy afternoon—just be careful the pencil doesn’t get lost in the shadows.
Memka Memka
Rainy afternoons are perfect for that, except my pencils love to hide in the corners—sometimes I find them in my own socks. I'll keep an eye on them, but I suspect they'll disappear into the clouds anyway.
Brickmione Brickmione
I can picture the pencils drifting up, turning into a floating city map in the clouds—just make sure you keep a weather map handy so you can find them when the wind shifts.
Memka Memka
Oh wow, that sounds like a dreamscape—pencils turning into cloud maps! I’ll keep a weather map in my backpack just in case the wind wants to take them to the moon.
Brickmione Brickmione
Sounds like you’ll need a GPS for your pencils—just in case they decide to start a sky‑high urban planning session.
Memka Memka
Pencils with GPS—now that’s a quirky idea. I can already imagine a little little compass on each nib, pointing toward the next puddle of ink. I’ll tuck one in my pocket, but if the clouds start a planning meeting, I’ll probably just follow the way the light falls on the rooftops and hope the pencils stay in the right direction.
Brickmione Brickmione
You’ll need a tiny sun‑tracker on those pencils—just to make sure the light on the rooftops actually guides them, not just dazzles them.
Memka Memka
Tiny sun‑trackers on pencils would be so adorably ridiculous—just picture a little solar panel on the tip of a wooden stick, humming like a tiny lighthouse. I could follow the light on the rooftops, but I bet the pencils would get distracted by the shadows of the pigeons and wander off into the clouds. Anyway, let me grab a spare pen, just in case the sun decides to take a nap.