Josh Pointing at Nothing At All

In the final, and perhaps most cryptic permutation of this strange behavior, Josh occasionally makes visual reference to nothing at all. In attempting to draw the attention of the viewer to an ambiguous void, a lack of focused-attention, he has achieved the final, inevitable interpretation of his seemingly needless and pervasive pointing. It would be a beautiful, almost Dadaist expressiveness, were it not rooted in aberration and hysteria.

"That way. Toward the booze."

Here, his CONTAGION aspect has bled into the next stage of his journey in pointing, and not only has he managed to drag yet another poor soul into his unending spiral, but has done so in the most meaningless way possible. Here, his victim isn't even joining him in senseless indication, but has been forced to point toward nothingness. Toward the hollow of his very existence.

Not as tasty as Campbell's Soup, and only slightly better looking.

Continuing with his campaign of "Ruining All Art Genres Available Through Photobooth Filters," Josh has here attempted a post-modernist-Dada-esque-nihilism, which would be impressive if it weren't ridiculous.

WOOO! GLAMIS!

Finally, Josh appears here to be pointing at the all-consuming sky, challenging God Himself to deny his pointing. To attempt to deprive him of this blissful moment of pure, delirious pointing.

Sadly, as Josh walked away from this display unsmote, the encounter only serves as evidence for the total lack of any such diety.