Or existential dread.

I think if you have one you have the other.

But what if he’s just suffering from a stomach ache? Head ache? Or he’s just out in the rain wondering about life? There is doubt in what he’s actually even doing. So he’s shrouded in doubt and we’re in doubt to what is actually going on. And what’s inside this man’s head. We’re even starting to contemplate the meaning of his own existence too. Hell, even our own existence is quite as meaningless as this doodle head.

So who really has the existential dread here? He might be pondering what’s that over yonder? Now I’m wondering what’s he looking at if he’s not deep in thought?

Oh we’re in a spiral of wondering …best stop. I think he’s out in the rain and is cold and looking up at what I just wrote and telling me stop worrying about it, it’s meaningless. All of this meaninglessness!

It’s the dread.