This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

Fight club (1999)

Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

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