Order // Chaos

I mentally retrace the same segmented grid, attempting to maintain structure while the day remains unpredictable. There is a particular friction in this repetition—the effort of containing what is moving. Order // Chaos exists where the impulse to organise meets the presence of the random, and neither side gives way. In this essential T-shirt, a fragmented block of pixels holds together and breaks apart at once. It does not resolve into a legible pattern. I do not scan it for instruction or explanation. The red square is a physical point where my attention rests within that unresolved grid. It is not an answer; it is a location. The pressure of trying to know remains. The unpredictability remains.