Chaos Theory
A skeletal figure on red under a lime CHAOS, arms out, with a note to let it guide — theory as a body that does not mind the mess.
A figure built from white sticks — box skull, diamond eyes, a ribcage like a diagram of itself — stands in a field of red with both hands off the body, as if the arms had come away and kept gesturing anyway. Over its head, in lime, the title is announced without a theory attached.
Let it guide me.
The dollar signs, the arrows, the little lightning ticks are the weather around the figure, not a system it is running. Chaos here is not a problem to be solved. It is the thing the body has decided to follow, dated in the corner like a note to self.