Ouroboros isn’t just a snake eating its tail—it’s the universe flipping the middle finger to linear time. Nothing dies. Everything morphs. Destruction and rebirth aren’t opposites—they’re dance partners.
Anarchy isn’t a trend. It’s a rhythm—ancient, inevitable, and deeply human. Long before crowns, chains, and the illusion of order, our ancestors thrived in egalitarian clans that ran on something we now call mutual aid. Not charity. Not control. Just survival without domination.
The earliest whispers of what we now name anarchism slithered through the Tao Te Ching, written by Laozi in the 6th century BCE. A quiet revolution cloaked in poetry.
We’ve strayed—swallowed lies about hierarchy, obedience, and fake democracy. But history doesn’t walk a straight line. It coils. And we’re already on our way back to the start.
This 3" Anarchy Ouroboros Decal was summoned, carved, and conjured in my shop. Cut from translucent vinyl that catches the light like an omen. Stick it on your window and let the world know: the cycle isn’t broken. It’s just getting louder.
