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"We were eating breakfast in the house on Paper Street, and Tyler

said, picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fif-

teenth green of a forgotten golf course.

You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins

of Rockafeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space

Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrap-

ers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's

left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as

protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch

us from outside the cage bars at night.

"Imagine,"Tyler said, "stalking elk past department store windows

and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hang-

ers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life,

and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower.

Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest

canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn

and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an

abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot

for a thousand miles."

This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and

right-away destruction of civilization."

Fight Club 1996 by Chuck Palahniuk

pages 124-125

copyright 1996 Chuck Palahniuk.