Chuck Palahniuk muses on the horror film.
We're watching a dream about characters living inside their own dream. As they deny the end of their lives, we're denying our own inevitable death.
And Feargus O'Sullivan takes note of the worst meals he's ever had, finishing off with
Cod is officially the world's blandest fish; Yorkshire Pudding tastes of nothing whatsoever; and a country that considers a Bath bun a sensuous treat must be dead from the waist down. Thank goodness for immigration.
Then there's this:
We should mention at this point that Dzhambik, who most of the time looks at the floor, is really very fat indeed. His eyelashes are forced upwards by the rolls of fat that are his eyelids. His thigh fat hangs over his knees. His wrists look as if they have been swollen by bee stings. When he walks down the stone staircase inside the school, it thuds.
He's 95kg. He's only six.