He looms on the horizon.
but everything I touch dyes :(
But I heard it was a dying industry.
But I’m out of material.
I was on a college visit with my dad and we were walking through the textiles department. We walk into the loom room, which is a large room full of looms, and I knew immediately that something was coming. I looked at him and gave him a "don't you do it" look. We then walked into the dying room, which is a room where the students dye the fabrics they've just made on the looms. It was hopeless.
"Man, death was only looming in the last room. People are dying all over the place in here."