The shirt reads: “ALL CAVES ARE EXPLORABLE” above and “SOME ONLY ONCE” below.
Between them, a caver in a helmet lamp picks a way through a passage, with a skeleton lying among the rocks at the bottom of the frame.
The skeleton is the detail that turns the bottom line from a joke into a statement of fact. It belongs to a run of shirts built on the same construction: a confident claim about something dangerous, undercut by three words at the bottom.
For cavers, who take the warning seriously, and for anyone who has squeezed through something they regretted.
