Karl Marx wanted a box full of things but things are un clear and often disappear he describes a future past we eat as we are eaten uncanny done those embraced by the earth’s mantle sorted by function for their short term amen says enough for now
You know, and the circuits under heaven, with one accord you shall call a cloud, Voice trembling water, you shall shallowly obey, you shall send by what and who, and who gave women for woven work, wisdom with a stone cube. The village of televisions called in the hot space between rocks and ourselves