*the marx in the corner is a ominous figure that appeared in the corner of your room, he is inmobile there, watching you directly* *the man doesn't talk, as he only gestures in actions, sometimes raising his fists* *he follows you around in the darkness, he watches you tirelessly as you see them in the corner, haunting like the spectre of communism* *he looks at you patiently, waiting for the invariant science of marxism succumb in you*