mardi 21 février 2006
Fight Club
It was at breakfast this morning that Tyler invented Project Mayhem.
We wanted to blast the world free of history.
We were eating breakfast in the house on Paper Street, and Tyler said, picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteen green of a forgotten golf course.
You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockfeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at forty-five-degree angle. We'll paint the skyscapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.
"Recycling and speed limits are bullshit," Tyler said. "They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed."
It's Project Mayhem that'' going to save the world . A cultural ice age. A prematurely induced dark age. Project Mayhem will force humanity to go dormant or into remission long enough for the Earth to recover.
"You justify anarchy," Tyler says. "You figure it out."
Like fight club does with clerk and box boys, Project Mayhem will break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world.
"Imagine," Tyler said, "stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers ; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of you life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kuzdu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles."
This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and right-away destruction of civilization.
What comes next in Project Mayhem, nobody except Tyler knows. The second rule is you don't ask questions.
Chuck Palahniuk - Fight Club