weight of ownership if we (or our money) travel at the speed of light? § 8: There are, I’ve heard, hundreds of thousands of stone axes buried in the ground of some small hills close to the South African coast. According to some theories, this is the cradle of mankind, the place where we started to eat seafood and where our brains started to grow. The stone axes are lying around in piles, unfinished, most of them never used. A huge pile of handmade, unsold tools. We, as latecomers to the site, see a prehistoric shopping centre. But it would take thousands of years before this kind of production would find adequate global distribution and demand. Nevertheless, there was production there, like a crack in the logic of the proposed necessity of the market economy. § 9: Each tool’s weight is probably less than t hree kilos, but what matters, what unites me with the object, is its well-rounded balance in my hands. The power extracted by the length of the handle. The size and weight matching my muscular resources. The movement that continues into my arm and has long since been inscribed into my muscle memory. It’s not a stone axe, but a steel axe with a well-used wooden handle. It was bought second-hand and was certainly machine-made, but in a way – a weight and
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