To skirt this obstacle, which eats into consumption, the mercantile order first encourages storage of time-devouring objects — books, disks, films — in material fashion, then (today) in virtual form: unlimited stacks, illusory, no longer possessing any relation to the possibility of being used. As though this stacking served to give everyone the illusion that he will not die before reading all these books, hearing all these melodies, and living all this stored time. In vain.
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