The Death of Pants
Pants in the future might be like a Kindle. You'll have only one pair and they'll never fit just right. Colors can change, but not the feeling—economy is everything. Atticus Finch wore linen trousers, gray like new dawn. He stood apart. In the future, he'd wear his Kindle pants and cross the street like the rest of us, head down in the rain.
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