I just designed and ordered my dream t-shirt. I hope it arrives by the weekend.
It was the most expensive t-shirt I ever bought.
However, I will gladly die after having worn it.
(Is that totally Gen-X or what? The holy grail as the perfect t-shirt. However, the ‘perfection’ of which is built into the contingency of the planned material and cultural obsolescence of the t-shirt itself. So what is worn is less a hegelian expression of some neoplatonic identity-essence [being] and more the passing of the lived connection of one’s material existence [becoming].)
I have never been this happy about buying a t-shirt.