Today for a moment I thought about Karl Marx and commodity fetishism. I am caught in the center of a circle with a ten foot radius. A fly in a spiderweb. Please do not cross the barricade, remain on the other side of the tape. We reserve the right to remove patrons from the property. Autonomy is incredibly important to me. Flaws are so forceful. Today I'm not sure I know anything. I don't care to hear anyone's beige beliefs. Your mundanity is boring me. I'm tired of punctuation. Admission is so futile. Coats with fur trimmed sleeves. I'm so often the opposite of what I preach. I'm tired of words, they're never enough. I'm sick of devices. Was Marx right two hundred years ago when he said that commodities separate man from man? Was he talking about steam engines? It's sad to think we've lived out his prophecy. Cities with 2nd floor restaurants. Maybe I'm closer than I think but I feel so far and disconnected. So tense when I'm touched. Today I heard the prettiest song in the subway. Perfect pitch. I have bricks in the small of my back. People don't carry hammers anymore. Snow covering the names on tomb stones. Dirt roads in graveyards. There's one ghost that's truly gone now, making my way down the list.