The market, despite its omnipresence, cannot adequately account for all of reality and it cannot yet monopolize all of sensuous phenomena for the civilized subject.
There is a running joke in the Road Runner cartoons when Wile E. Coyote, the archetypal ravenous fool, runs off the cliff in pursuit of his prey. Each time, he is at first unaware that he has run out of road and keeps running on air, and doesn’t really fall until he realizes what happened. The mute troublemaker holds a sign: “yikes!” We’re there, folks. Sometimes this mid air moment occurs in slow motion, could take years even. But, you know, gravity. Even Icarus fell.
Somewhere right about now there is a douglas fir being placed in a living room in Florida. There is a kind of strange indignity about an exotic dying specimen being used to celebrate something it […]