Sketching at 3:02 a.m. while half-awake, I pondered the Many-Worlds theory—if every quantum choice spawns a new reality, there’s one where I never overslept, one where I became a barista philosopher, one where mugs are sentient. My pen jittered, tracing infinite loops of handles and rings.
Beneath the drawing, I scrawled: “Maybe the universe isn’t expanding; maybe my anxiety is.” Because if there are endless me’s, which one is really me? The one who laughs at memes at 1 a.m., or the one who files taxes on time? The doodle doesn’t answer—but it reminds me that even chaos can be curated into art.
Moral: When the world feels too vast, just sketch a coffee mug. It’s a humble reminder that every spilled drop is part of your multiverse.