Having read, studied and been forced to actually eke out an essay or two on Il Purgatorio, the metaphor that comes to mind is that of the soul's purification through fire. Sounds appealing, given the current climactic conditions.
And this t-shirt once belonged to a guy--we'll call him Firenze (like the Centaur) rather than Florence (like the actress who played Mrs. Brady)--who made it a habit to while away his toilet time with Il Purgatorio. Symbolism or superstition? Discuss.
Have you come to a decision? Please share. Anyhow, the t-shirt was a symbol for me. I couldn't let it go long after I'd stopped wearing it. But then I did. I snapped this picture and threw it out. And I can honestly say I haven't missed it.
If I did, or if I ever do, I can pay it and everything it stood for a visit. I have its current address:
www.burpenterprise.com
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