At Play In The Closets Of The Lord

Another in an unanticipated series of instances of projection of emotion upon inanimate objects:

To the cashmere sweater who falls from the closet shelf onto the back of your clothes, the tips of all those dry cleaner hangers you haven’t thrown away are concertina wire, and when you take it out, you are not, as you may think, its savior, but its crucifier.