The shirt reads: “Sorry I didn’t reply to thy email, I forgot I was real.” — on an illuminated scroll.
Beside it, a woman in a medieval gown and headdress leans on one hand, gazing off, framed by painted flowers and gold borders.
I forgot I was real is the most accurate description of a missed inbox anybody has written, and putting it in medieval script makes it sound like a confession rather than an excuse.
For anyone with four hundred unread messages, and for the apology they have not sent either.
