Somewhere at the base of this cheap plastic basket lies a green shirt. Its fibers were torn from the webs of unsuspecting living tubes buried deep enough to lose and weaved into spools that were stacked ten feet high and twelve feet wide. The spools were then depleted of their semi precious charges and sent back to be reused. Their charges were pickled, painted, and processed, and then baked at temperatures hot enough to scorch. They were then cooled in vats of water, cold enough to sting. The fibers were then left to dry on a platform long enough to run. They were then cut and molded into things suitable enough to wear, with labels that suggest conditions be dry enough to clean.