A tarot card, rendered in grey engraving, titled THE OVERTHINKER.
A woman’s face fills the frame. One pair of hands covers her eyes; another rests at her mouth. A thin crescent moon sits above her in an arch of scratched lines. It is drawn with the seriousness of a real major arcana card, which is what makes it funny and also what makes it land.
This is for the three in the morning crowd — the people who replay a two-second exchange from Tuesday until it becomes a feature film. Sold as a joke, worn as a confession. It sits in the mental health corner of the catalogue for good reason.
