Lately, I've been obsessed with "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller. It's the real American story, about those who fail in their search for the American dream. About how many of us end up living in fantasy worlds because we can't cope with the disconnect between the reality of our existence and our projections as to where we should be.
If I don't get a job after the end of my summer internship, I plan to hit the road to look for people sharing this same failure of the American Dream as part of an epic photo project, seeing as how by then I'll be another shining example of it.
After all, us losers ARE the majority, we're just poorly represented on television.
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it.
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars.
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 waking up to that fact, people.
And we're very, very pissed off.
-Tyler Durden, Fight Club
I am smart, cynical, and quirky