I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived, and I see squandering.
God damn it.
An entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables,
slaves with white collars.
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes
working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.
We are the middle children of history, man.
No purpose or place.
We have no great war, no great depression.
Our great war is a spiritual war.
Our great depression is our lives.
We’ve all been raised by television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars.
But we won’t.
We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed-off.