I’m afraid where I hide is a place few dare visit. For it is a place of great sadness and horror. A place of madness and pain, a place of misery. A place where the small wasted who buy pants that are slightly too big have naught but five options for belts to correct said problem. It is our very own future of which I speak. This is where I hide in plain sight yet hidden from view. It is a place where belts with holes are dead. May God forgive us for what we have done.