Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is a spiritual war. Our depression is our lives.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fscking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
The things you own end up owning you.
We're designed to be hunters and we're in a society of shopping. There's nothing to kill anymore, there's nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, nothing to explore. In that social emasculation this everyman is created.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. And then I ran some more.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy s*it we don't need.
In the world I see -- you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.
As you can probably tell, I can't get enough of Fight Club, one of the BEST movies of all time!
- Peace