“-Do you know what a duvet is?
-It’s a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and I know what a dvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? NO. What are we then?
-I dunno, consumers..
-Right, we’re consumers. We’re by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty; these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, televsion with 500 channels, some guys name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
-Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic, it’s all goin’ down man. So fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let…lets evolve. Let the chips fall where they may… But that’s me and I could be wrong, maybe it’s a terrible tragedy..
-Nah, it’s just stuff. It’s not a tragedy..
-Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living.
-Fuck, you’re right. No, I don’t smoke… My insurance is probably gonna cover it… What?
-The things you own, end up owning you. But do what you like man..”—Tyler Durden and The Narrator (Jack).
It feels like I’m in a perpetual state of exhaustion. I’m sick of being woken up by the sound of industrial drills next door. Hurry up and finish renovating your fucking house so I can get some decent sleep.
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”— “Choke”, Chuck Palahniuk.