went to script o rama, fight club transcript, ctrl+f highway,
"In the world I see,
you're stalking elk through the Grand Canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.
You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life.
You'll climb the thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower.
And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn,
laying strips of venison in the empty car-pool lane of some abandoned superhighway."
.....Can I opt out of the post-technology anarchist utopia? I'm okay with having personal debt if it means I can get a job building rockets and not have to grind my own corn.