Okay, so I’m sitting in this little corner cafe, the one with the slightly wobbly wooden tables and the barista who remembers your usual after two visits. It’s that weird post-lunch, pre-whatever slump on a Saturday. I scrolled through my phone for a bit, aimlessly, you know how it goes. Then I remembered I wanted to sort out my thoughts for that potential collab next month. My brain was a proper mess of ideas, dates, mood boards, and budget numbers. A total spreadsheet situation, but the thought of opening a bland, corporate-looking grid made me want to order another flat white just to delay the agony. Then I opened Orientdig…