Yellow Haze Was In My Brain

Some days your brain just doesn't load. YELLOW HAZE WAS IN MY BRAIN says it before you have to. No filter, no fixing it — just the thought as it actually showed up. Bold yellow, cream type, the kind of loud that still reads like a shrug. This is the wall for people who'd rather own the fog than pretend they've got it figured out — the kitchen counter before coffee kicks in, the dorm room at 2am, the living room that doesn't take itself too seriously. The details, because logistics matter too: gallery-quality print, ready to hang, sized to hold its own on any wall.