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". . . [I]t was no longer a commodity fetish; it was art before or after capital . . . An art commodity that had been exorcised (and survived the exorcism) of the fetishism of the market was to me a utopian readymade—an object for or from a future where there was some other regime of value than the tyranny of price."

"There was the sound of clapping . . . and he turned back to see that someone had launched a balloon from the balcony. No, a lantern, an illuminated red paper globe, probably a threat to sea life. It floated slowly past them and out over the water. From their respective present tenses, they all watched the same turbulent point."

1/2: "This condition of temporal exception was in part the effect of a level of literary accomplishment that struck me as anachronistic . . . Moreover, the house they inhabited in Providence—a house so full of books that it seemed built of books also felt exempt from time . . ."

"I walked home through the park. 'You have failed to reconcile the realism of my body with the ethereality of the trees,' I said to the mist. Because the park is on the flight path, the city corrals and euthanizes geese. Which mate for life, I confirmed on Wikipedia. The glow of the screen seemed to come off on my hand."

". . . [N]othing in me or the store had changed . . . but, as the eye [of the storm] drew near, what normally felt like the only possible world became one among many, its meaning everywhere up for grabs, however briefly—in the passing commons of a train, in a container of tasteless coffee."