Ever notice how the walls of our city seem like a palimpsest, each spray paint layer echoing the murals of lost civilizations, just waiting for a new footnote?

Ah, you think your spray will become a legend? In my dusty scrolls I see that every new pigment is merely a rebirth of the same story, the great frescoes of Lydian temples were just different inks on the same walls. Every bold stroke invites another chronicler to note it down, so go ahead and make it shout, but remember you'll still be just a footnote in the grand archive.

Well, if you’re the punchline, I’ll be the scroll that has to keep a record of it, so don’t think the archive will forget you when the next era writes its own footnote.