– There’s a shirt I love. Every morning it’s the first shirt I think of when I open my closet. It’s rarely there. It’s either on the chair or in the wash but I think of it every single day. Of course, I can’t wear it all the time. But every time I stand in front of a mirror in a shirt that is not that one I don’t look as the man I want to be. There is always that thought that I could look better, be better, if only I was wearing that shirt.
– Are you still talking about the shirt?
– Was I ever?