So, this exists.
Is it awesome? Is it awful? Is it funny? Is it stupid? I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. This shirt exists because it must exist. There is no other way. This shirt is the alpha and the omega, it is all of human history, it is time itself.
When I try to analyze this shirt, I can’t even break it into pieces to discuss it. If I think about this shirt too much, my brain gets the blue screen of death and automatically performs a forced-restart.
This shirt is like the end of the universe: a concept so overwhelming, so unfathomable, that in its presence, you realize just how insignificant our brains really are.
Or, I should say, how significant our brains really yyyyaaaaarrrr.