I don't know if other people did this, but during the 2020 quarantine (and in the subsequent years when we didn't see many people) I stopped wearing my "cool" t-shirts. The ones with art prints on them, my favorite band tees, etc. Subconsciously, I figured, "If nobody is going to be able to see or appreciate them, why wear them out? I might as well wait until we start socializing again."
So instead of those, I mainly wore a bunch of plain white t-shirts. One in particular fell apart more quickly than the rest. The neck started stretching out and fraying and a couple of pinholes opened up on the front. Food stains accumulated from countless meals we cooked over the past few years... It slowly became a beautiful dissolving tapestry.
Now I find myself gravitating toward that particular ratty shirt because it has become a symbol of perseverance through an unfathomable time. Since I started wearing it, a pandemic happened, I became a dad, loved ones were lost, new friends were made, a boat got stuck in the Suez Canal, I made a significant body of artwork, we watched the Sopranos for the first time, jobs changed, we watched Community for the 4th time, and I witnessed the best and the worst of humanity at extremes that I had never witnessed in my life prior. Anyway, I think it's made by Hanes.
Sad Update: The shirt may have ended up in the throwaway pile during a recent drawer clean out. A lesson in the consequences of becoming attached to worldly possessions, the impermanence of everything, entropy, et al. Pictured instead are two other surviving shirts from the same multi-pack. They have both lived equally storied lives, so they deserve to be held in the same regard and shall also be worn until ragged!