Miracle

This is a true miracle, look: a prison without walls a prison without the reality of shackle rings a prison inside a prison. One cannot move except along the lines of the coffin-bearers. The small cells of my brain in the throng of all these "miracles" are left stunned the miracle of the factory of capital in the stretching of the rope. The miracle of the wisdom of value in the contraction of life. The miracle of the rotting carcass behind the dam. But there is a story here in this realm of commodities there is a story, though a story...