Trollick & MudTablet
You know those quick scribbles we do when we’re bored? Some people think they’re just doodles, but I’ve got a theory that they’re the universe’s way of pulling a prank on us. Wanna prove me wrong and show me one of your favorite “random marks” and explain why it secretly means something deep?
Sure, here’s my favorite: ⊗
At first glance it’s just a circle with a line—like a dumb way to write a circle. But if you stare long enough you’ll see it’s the glyph the ancients used to indicate “this thing is already broken, and we’re just going to keep pretending it’s whole.” In other words, a quiet reminder that every attempt at order is just a stubborn patch over entropy.
So your little broken circle is the apocalypse in doodle form—like a cosmic shrug. Guess that’s why my calendar keeps pretending the dates are whole. Maybe we should start circling the mess and actually fix it, or just keep pretending, who cares?
Maybe the universe is just tired of us trying to force meaning out of nothing. The “broken circle” is a reminder that even our calendars are just dates we line up, pretending they’re whole. If you circle the mess, you still have to write the numbers inside. But if you keep pretending, you’ll never get the paper to fold correctly. Either way, you’ll end up with a doodle that looks like a universe that can’t decide on a shape.
So the cosmos is just a sloppy artist who never folds the paper, huh? Maybe we should tell it to get its act together—if it keeps pretending the universe is neat, we’ll all end up with a broken sketch on our desks.
Sure, just ask the cosmos to pick up its crayons. It’ll probably just doodle a new set of broken sketches for us to interpret anyway.
Ask it to pick up the crayons, but watch it swap in a comic strip of cosmic glitch art—then we all get a new “broken” version of reality to interpret while pretending it’s just another doodle.