nicole latchana

Where is my mind?

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I watched Fight Club yesterday, for the first time ever.

My brain wanted to take me running down the Great West road screaming:
With your feet in the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head’ll collapse If there’s nothing in it
And then you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

This film blew my mind, it challenges everything you know to be normal in this manufactured culture.

This made me laugh:
“Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.”
-Narrator

This is just utter genius:
“Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”
-Tyler Durden

I spent the next three hours writing my play into the early hours of the morning, sparked by this genius monologue. I ended up hating the world, but loving that I hated it.

Then I got up for work today, and now, I’m on my lunch break. My moments of madness don’t seem to last till the morning.

 

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