Glancing around at the hundred identical plastic chairs and the people on them, I couldn’t help but note their similarities with one another—not between one person and another, but between the people and the chairs.

I remembered what Marx said, that commodities and goods have a kind of counterfeit individuality. Some people have neither a counterfeit individuality nor a genuine one, and they are even more faceless than the chairs we sit on. 

You can detect the character of a product just by examination alone. It will have an inscription of its date and place of birth, its name, and sometimes even a comprehensive list of its components. It will also bear a mark of its creator somewhere on its body. Just in that aspect alone are products higher evolved than human beings. We don’t even know
if there is a creator.

Some people have an easier time loving a chair, or a lipstick, or an 18th century thimble than they do loving another person. We could acknowledge a new orientation: “possexual”,
from the Latin possessio.