A clean tee, gold slogan on the front, The Ceiling on the back. Combed cotton — affordable, like most things should be.
Somewhere right now, a man with more money than he could spend in nine lifetimes is genuinely stressed about getting more. The third yacht isn't big enough. The bunker needs a better air filtration system. The rocket is behind schedule. Hoarders gonna hoard — it's not greed anymore, it's a compulsion, and we've organized an entire economy around indulging it. The wealth cap is just the intervention nobody in the family was willing to stage.
