Well, I must say, I am quite parched. Constantly looking at stuff from Folk has the same effect on me as if I was, say, simultaneously lost at sea on a life raft and deep liking a bunch of Instagram "models." I wouldn't be able to enact any form of self-control. There's so much water all around me, why can't I drink it? God, if you wanted us to be happy and not dehydrated, why would you cover 3/4ths of the fucking planet in undrinkable poison? SMFH, that's a dick move if I've ever experienced one, bro. Speaking of thirst, mine for this Folk sweater (and every other Folk item in general) is pretty much off the charts. Check out the heft on that knit pattern. Holy shit, I bet this thing weights at least four or five pounds. And it has a checkerboard pattern that doesn't actually make you look like a life-size game board or a table cloth. I wish there was an intern available to get me a Gatorade right now.
