No nothing behind. High cliffs, nearly completely. Outside all water boundless prize. Swimming towards never move. Always, flipping into depths. Surface hides colors sweetness anesthetic, blue green purple. Pull cloud swaddle another, wrap wear dress. Kick lower find black. Deeper unknowable can’t enter eyes. Boundless void, cool safe so pressure. Holds body squeezes head. Fireworks snapping, explosions inside out. Outside turns in, climbing event horizon. Empty science dark future, know for what. Barren rocks far reach, swimming never move. Only us this. Accelerate vandal’s compulsion poisons well, slap grabby hand. Grow behind realize final direction. Blinders off, find beach.
‘A beach house,’ he said, ‘doesn’t even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate,’ he continued, ‘at boundary conditions.’
-Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
“Currently Going Through Customs Even Though I Was Born On This Planet.”
-Jaden Smith, twitterdotcom
This is part of an ongoing project to design work clothes that are interesting and attractive. Despite the embroidery and printing, these shirts are very durable — I made the first testers two years ago and wear them often during landscaping. These shirts are made with love and designed to join you at work for many many seasons.