The Fetish is any stone picked up in the street—a tree, a chip, a rag.
I wandered about the streets looking for some Fetish willing to take an interest in me.
It is, however, far easier to state what Fetish is not, than to state what it is.
For the rest of the Fetish I remain a mere photographic plate.
The expert in Fetish, the Medicine Man, was the first priest.