'we americans,' he said, 'are interested only in the consumption of our products. we have no interest in how they were produced, or what happens to them' -- he pointed at his daughter -- 'what happens to them once we discard them, once we throw them away.'
i ordered the draft pants from Multitude. it was a real bargain.
i ordered another pair. i ordered pair after pair. i ordered them all in the same color. they were slate. i was ordering them as quickly as i could. i put in my address again and again. i was shivering with the cold on my butt. my arms were around my legs. i ordered pants after pants. i put tracking orders on them. i tracked each one. i could feel them moving through the system.
spreading out from me, in the dead of night, i could feel credit deducted, and the warehouse altered, and packing, i could feel the packing and the shipment, the distribution, the transition to FedEx, the numbers, each time, the order number, my customer number traded like secret words at a border, and the things all went out, and i could feel them coming to me as the night passed.
