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The shirt says TWEEDLE DUM in a heavy, slightly distressed face, and beneath it, smaller: I’M WITH DEE. A right-pointing arrow sits beside the words, aimed at the empty air where a second person would stand. This is the Dum half of a pair. The Dee half, presumably, says the reverse and points left. I… Continue reading The Arrow That Points to Someone Else: Reading the Tweedle Dum Shirt

The first thing I noticed was the gap. On a dark shirt, two pale letters sit apart from each other — a C on the left, a T on the right — and between them, where an A and an A should be, there is a cat. Above the word Daddy, in the same light… Continue reading The Cat Between the Letters: Reading the Cat Daddy Shirt

The shirt is almost entirely empty. A dark ground, and across the chest, four lowercase letters in bold white: meh. Then a period. The punctuation is doing more work than the word. I keep looking at that dot the way I look at the last line of a short story — the place where the… Continue reading The Period That Says Everything: Reading the Large Lowercase ‘meh.’ Shirt

The first thing I notice is the triangle. Yellow, black-bordered, the universal shape that means pay attention before it means anything else. Inside it, a hand with a diagonal slash through it. Above and below, in the blocky lettering of municipal signage: NOT FRIENDLY. DO NOT TOUCH. It’s a shirt, but it reads like a… Continue reading The Warning Label We Wear: Reading the ‘Not Friendly Do Not Touch’ Shirt

The first thing I notice is the soil. Four root vegetables — carrot, radish, beet, onion — sit in a loose brown band at the bottom of the design, their roots drawn as thin, forking lines. Above them runs the phrase: LET’S ROOT FOR EACH OTHER AND WATCH EACH OTHER GROW. The vegetables are smiling.… Continue reading Rooting for Each Other: Reading the Smiling Vegetables on a Garden Shirt

Picture a Scarborough living room on a Sunday afternoon. A stack of Amar Chitra Katha comics sits on the coffee table, spines cracked, pages soft from years of handling. A child picks one up and asks what a word means. That scene is hypothetical, but it’s the kind of scene many of us in the… Continue reading Amar Chitra Katha in a Toronto Living Room: What the Comics Taught My Niece, and What They Skipped

The first thing I noticed was the period. On a dark shirt, centered and very small, the word meh sits in lowercase letters, and then a full stop. Not a shrug emoji, not a cartoon sloth, not a slogan in all caps. Just four characters and a dot, holding the middle of the chest like… Continue reading The Period at the End of the Sentence: Reading the Small Lowercase ‘meh.’ Shirt

There’s a particular kind of book that lives on a family shelf without ever being opened. In my case it was a squat Jonathan Cape hardback of Midnight’s Children, spine faded, dust jacket long gone, wedged between a Tamil dictionary and a book of wedding invitations. I can’t tell you it belonged to every Tamil… Continue reading The Copy Every Tamil Household Owned Unread: Finally Reading Midnight’s Children

The first thing I noticed was the empty circle. It sits at the upper left ledge of the printed diagram, a dashed outline where a ball should be, and it is the only part of the design that isn’t solid. Below it, a white curved ramp descends to a flat lower ledge, where a solid… Continue reading The Ball at the Bottom: Reading the ‘I Had Potential’ Physics Shirt

The first thing I noticed was the label. Not the ghost, not the pumpkin — the white ruled rectangle headed COMPOSITION, the kind you’d find on the front of a school notebook, now printed across a shirt. The black-and-white speckled cover, the dark binding strip down the left side: it’s a costume that asks you… Continue reading The Notebook You Wear: Reading the Composition Notebook Costume Shirt