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By David Fincher, based on a novel by brilliant, bliant Chuck Palahniuk
The main character gets into an existencial crisis, cant sleep, starts going to every support group he can come across & becomes addicted to it
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone.
Walking home after a support group, I felt more alive than I'd ever felt. I wasn't host to cancer or blood parasites; I was the little warm center that the life of the world crowded around.
And I slept. Babies don't sleep this well.
Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.
Resurrected.

Introverted theraphy..
Michel de Broin 2006 'Black Whole Conference', Berlin Museum, Berlin


