I think it took me, what, three, four minutes?

I grabbed the markers you two had available for us and drew something. The theme was the funeral of the crips. I don’t know… I can’t remember very well.

I couldn’t draw just a funeral… the defeat, the end.

I drew an arm breaking out of the soil of the grave, the revolt of the defeated… almost a cliché, nothing important.

But you, despite your intentions, made it important.

You said that you showed my placard on TV. But you couldn’t remember my name.

Thank you for this.

For this is how things would circulate in communism. Feminist, queer, crip communism.

In a distorted way, this is how things circulate already.

The proximity between capitalist and communist circulation renders their distinctions blurry and nebulous.

But you made these distinctions as clear as crystal water.

For in capitalism, the worker is given a wage and their name is thrown into oblivion.

But in communism, the name of the worker will be thrown into oblivion because individual names won’t matter. For their creations will be unified in practice with those of other creators.

And things won’t circulate because of their value, but they will be valued because of their circulation.

Value will be subordinated to history, whereas now—and for the last centuries—it is history that has been subordinated to value.

You probalby are not aware of this. But you have turned this all upside down.

And for this, I thank you again.