Der anti-bürgerliche Einwand:
You buy furniture. You tell yourself this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple of years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
I am Tyler Durdens willingness to admit that his dilapidated house in the toxic waste part of town is beautiful, that he’s fucking Marla Singer and that he wouldn’t if he still lived in his ridiculous condo.
Als ginge es um Wohlstand.
[quantum leap III]