“Basically,” Berit said, pulling at a stray yellow hair, “at some point, we’re drinking your shirt.” “Thank you,” Delaney said, and was instantly embarrassed. How did she not know this? And then the simplicity of AYS became fully clear. To avoid social embarrassment, to avoid complicity in the decline of the world, all she had to do was choose their chosen products. Tell me what to buy. Tell me how to do no harm.
