Sometimes, it's strange, I have an urge to burn loads of money.
Just watch all that meaningless capitalism turn to ash. I've realised it doesn't mean all that much to me, it doesn't make me feel happy like they say it's meant to.
I love this section from Donnie Darko, talking about Graham Greene's book, 'The Destructors' :
Well... they say it right when they are ripping the place to shreds. When they flood the house. That like... destruction is a form of creation. So the fact that they burn the money is... ironic. They just want to see what happens when they tear the world apart. They want to change things.
But then another part of me thinks that it's awfully ignorant and ridicolous of me to burn money. It's rather a disgusting extravagance to be burning money in these times of need.
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