We live in an age of seriously crap mass clothing. They've made a science of it.
It's an American thing, but it's particularly a southern thing, and its romanticization is hyper-Southern. And it's still irresistible to me, even in middle age. There's something that pulls me to that, but at the same time, I have this increasing awareness of how banal it really is - that evil is inherently banal.
Futurists get to a certain age and, as one does, they suddenly recognize their own mortality.
