Idk why I like this so much but I do. It speaks to the very center of my soul. I just feel like it somehow applies to me. It's a paragraph from the book, The perks of being a wallflower. I'm not sure if it's art per se but I found it beautiful nonetheless. I saw people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in coats looking even more tired. Kids working behing the counters who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving their money and getting their change. It all seemed very unsettling to me. It makes me feel pensive for some reason.
Something about how the main character so objectively observes the rest of his race just... Idk, it's a strange concept to handle. It feels like me.
Nice. I had your reaction when I first read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter Thompson describes the casino-goers so vividly and mean, you can feel the loathing dripping off the pages.
" They were mostly families on vacation in stationwagons piled high with folding chairs and ice chests and grills, fatback suburbanites with sunburns and their fatback kids who looked sick of having to enjoy their parents' idea of a good time. There were some sporty young couples too who drove aboard in Beemers and Audis and groups of college kid types climbing out of their parents flashy cars. Most of them though were exercise freaks with money and tans, slim people in crew shorts and tee shirts printed with fortune-cookie political advice carefully wheeling their ten-speed bikes aboard like grey hounds." - Rule of the Bone
Blew my mind^^ what's the book about? I like mine because I read it, sitting alone (as I always have) in my cafeteria at my school, while mindnumbinly large numbers of assholes (sheeple actually) went through the turnstyles to get there trays. Every time someone went trhough it made this monotonous 'click'. Click. click. click. I sat in the corner, listening and rereading the paragraph. Their voices (other student- all completely braindead) were blending together into a nondescript hum of irrelevent blah. It made me cry, I felt like he was speaking to me. Gay, right?
hahaha i know exactly what you mean. Rule of the Bone is about a kid, basically growing up and experiencing the world in his own way, influenced by all different kinds of people he meets. I highly highly recommend it.
Yeah I struggle to grasp the meaning of that paraphrase, I do really like how it does describe the reality of the common people you know what I mean? Just like actual none fake TV families and how things really are in this world
To put in it in context you would have to read the book, which you should heh, but it's essentially the narrator expressing his consternation, frustration, confusion and resigned apathy when it comes to society. He observes people, and the more he understand the machinations of daily life, the more he becomes an individual (He was an individual in the first place, just a very blah one). He's sitting in a food court at a mall just observing, because in his aloneness he has nothing better to then that watch the people who've ostrascized him (for being normal) since the day his friend killed himself.