Unaplolgetic, I publicly announce my love to my wearer. We are hard-wearing and tightly weaved in this life. Pay no attention to the transcending of receding cotton threads, or the lack of blue contours that have lost their constitutional condition. So don’t abandon me now, for I too have toiled with you my friend. We have been down many roads and have collected many rips, brusies, soil and stains. Our souls are made of denim, I am your faithful indigo friend.