The doughnut: a symbol of evermore enhungerment , circular confectionation, and one tasty half of the shape in which infinity takes form. That’s right: the humble doughnut you consume every Sunday last possesses more weight in the world of physics and cosmo-dynamics than your local master baker could ever explain. Behold: an anthropomorphic doughnut nibbling itself nevermore into theoretical oblivion, for its path of consumption has no finite ending. A frosted uroboros, popping and delicious.