Allen Was Here

Ah, IKEA. My haven of safe, sterile, minimalist, hipster perfection. Everything is in its place, be it FLOORGEN, MALM, or DALSELV. That's why I'm always delighted to find little signs of the outside world creeping into the artistically arranged showrooms. People leaving their mark on a space that's supposed to be so generic.

Move aside, EKTORP! The name this chunk of IKEA belongs to is...





ALLEN!

Judging from the handwriting, this graffiti artist was either A) me or B)a seven-year-old boy. Seeing as my name isn't Allen, I've ruled myself out. I learned about detective work like this watching Law and Order. A LOT.

Beyond that, I found no clues. Allen, wherever you are, keep on truckin'. Er, scrawlin'.