When the toilet is clogged with toilet paper, so you've flushed it over and over until you're at the point where you have no idea if the weight from the water will finally flush it or if the toilet's gonna overflow. That near-future toilet now exists in a superposition of being flushed and overflowing on the floor with your shit, so your planning brain has to treat it like both outcomes have happened (toilet superposition) as you pull the handle.
With that flush, I had come to the point of Schrödinger's Toilet. It was salvation or death. There was no turning back now.
by SeagullSpit May 22, 2022