Resist the urge…
…to impint your hands, your feet, or write your name. Do not create you own walk of fame.
Do not do it. No, don’t. Its concrete, its public, it will be there for years, and you will look the fool.
Then again, who would know? Its only one sidewalk panel. It would dry quickly. I would be gone, and yet…
…famous.
I’d want to write something strange, perhaps in morse code.