Existential humor shirts

Patiently waiting for the meteor, on a rooftop, with a lawn chair. Nothing matters, keep drinking, which is both an observation and a schedule. Somewhere, something is being eaten alive, and here you are, choosing a size. Your ad here, carved into a headstone, because the space was going to waste.

These shirts have made peace with the arrangement. Nobody on them is panicking. The void is on the shirt and the person wearing the shirt is at brunch, and that gap between the two is what makes the table next to you laugh and then go quiet.

You're a hallucination, says the one for the person who has read too much about simulations. I got used to it, says the man who is calmly on fire. He is fine. Everyone is fine.

Printed to order on black cotton. Two fits. Both will outlast the relevance of your plans.