Faiz.

In his story, Faiz keeps parts for models no longer made, bags of nuts under the van seat, and even eleven old radios he says he's going to sell and never sells a single one. He sleeps with the window open and never locks the door, just the latch, no key, so he knows that, if he wanted to, he could leave. It's not that he wants to go: it's his quiet way of promising himself that he'll stay.

Facing forward, with nothing around him: on a T-shirt, it reads at a glance. That's why it fits the everyday, the kind worn by someone who goes their own way without drawing attention. On the chest you carry his calm face; what he keeps, and why, I tell in his biography. And if you like this fox, he's part of a whole family of characters: I have more Animal Kinhood T-shirts.