Every road leads somewhere ugly. Pick your crash site.

One road ends in bloody crystals and skulls. The other just keeps spiraling into the same black pavement, going nowhere fast. A stop sign in the middle says YOU ARE HERE — because you're always here, stuck between two dead ends dressed up as destinations. This isn't a hot take. It's a map of the trap.

Because both sides think they're the exit ramp. Wear the sign that calls the whole road a dead end.