For 3I ATLAS opposition, I’d print my birthdate as coordinates, like a personal star chart stamped over a tiny interstellar trajectory, so it feels like the universe accidentally scheduled this object just for me.

I’d turn 3I ATLAS opposition into a fake concert tour tee, listing my hometown, favorite bar, and a few Balkan observatories as “tour dates,” like the object secretly played tiny underground shows across the night sky.

I’d design a 3I ATLAS opposition “observation log” shirt, with checkboxes for cloudy nights, broken gear, and finally spotting one lonely pixel of alien dust.

I’d make a 3I ATLAS opposition hoodie that looks like a warning label, with bold text saying “Caution: May Randomly Start Talking About Interstellar Pebbles.”