“Art is a commodity, art criticism is a commodity, the apple is a commodity, the air is a commodity, the ground under our feet is a commodity. God is very much a commodity. My emotions are a commodity, my desires the very locus of commodification. My last illness is a commodity (twenty-two days at so much a day), my grave is a commodity (and not inexpensive).” — Donald Barthelme, “On the Level of Desire” (from Not-Knowing, ed. Herzinger)
High Street 5.5 — “Criminal Defense” (fin.) is posted today.
(Tomorrow: High Street 6.1 — “Life During Wartime”)