Zadnjih nekaj dni mi nenormalno paše pesmica Pixiesov - Where is my mind. In se spravim malo brskat po jutjubu, če bi slučajno našel kak official spot tega komada, pa ga žal nisem našel.
Sem pa našel en luškan video na podlago omenjenega komada. In glede na to, da sem si pred nekaj dnevi (po moje že šestindvajsetič) ogledal Fincherjev Fight club, je spodnji video krasna kombinacija za mojo dušo:

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Fight club pa se mi je za vedno vtisnil v podzavest z naslednjimi citati:

- 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 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.

- If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot you don’t.

- For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

- Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They’re like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

- We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

- I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.

in še najmočnejši citat:
- It’s only after you’ve lost everything, that you’re free to do anything.