juxtaposition - Life (Trainspotting last scene and the Ikea scene from Fight Club)

juxtaposition - The last scene from Trainspotting (1996) the Ikea scene from Fight Club (1999). So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person but that’s gonna change. I’m going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you. The family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, ., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead to the day you die. Like so many others, I had become a slave to the IKEA nesting instinct. Yes, I’d like to order the Erika Pekkari dust ruffles. Anything clever, like a coffee table of bubbled glass with an extra shelf for magazines, I had to have it. The LACK DVD shelfs, or the leather couch that apparently looks betters the more you sit on it. The plants that are 100% natural and come from a so called peaceful village somewhere in Sweden. I’d flip through catalogues and wonder, “What kind of dining set defines me as a person?“ I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof that they were crafted by the honest, simple, hardworking, indigenous people of... Wherever. “I was holding“. We used to read pornography. Now it was the Horchow collection.