A spongy star rides a shiny black plastic pen full of ink for pouring out ideas. A camouflaged writing implement fails its purpose, sadly standing out from the grainy brown stained wood built for working. Cheap lollipops lounge on beige masking tape near a blue mousepad supporting a box of 5000 silver metal staplers ready to be loaded as ammunition into the strategically placed stapler. Pink adhesive post notes wait for a message, scribble or note to occupy their bare layer, ready to stick to anything valid, hoping to avoid the permanent slaughter if lost to the rubbish bin. A box of No. 10 Self-Sealing Security Envelopes lingers wondering if they will be the one successfully carried to literary agents and publishers, or will it only survive briefly as an SASE ready to be ripped up in frustration by its anticipating recipient?