I could’t sleep. I could’t sleep. Everyting’s far way. With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everyting’s a copy of a copy of a copy.我无法入睡。失眠症让我感受不到真实,一切都很虚幻,事情都成了相同的拷贝。
If I did have a tumor…I’d name it Marla. Marla…the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.玛拉犹如我的癌症,就像长在嘴边的烂疽一般。不去舔就不会恶化,但没有办法不去舔。
Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the world? No. What are we, then? We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty…these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, viagra, olestra. 我们一定要知道鸭绒垫子吗?我们一定要字字斟酌吗?不。那你和我算什么?我们是消费者,我们满脑子想的都是物质。我不关心凶杀案和贫穷问题,我只关心名人杂志,500个频道的电视
First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that someday you’re gonna die. It’s only after we’ve lost everyting that we’re free to do anyting.你得先放弃一切,你必须没有恐惧,面对你总有一天会死的事实。只有抛弃一切,才能获得自由。
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history. 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. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.广告诱惑我们买车子,衣服,于是拼命工作买不需要的东西,我们是被历史遗忘的一代,没有目的,没有地位,没有世界大战,没有经济大恐慌,我们的大战只是心灵之战,我们的恐慌只是我们的生活。我们从小看电视,相信有一天会成为富翁,明星或摇滚巨星,但是,我们不会。那是我们逐渐面对着的现实,所以我们非常非常的愤怒。