Continuing with the flick theme

Do you know what a duvet is?
A comforter.- It's a blanket.
Just a blanket.
Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense?
No.
What are we, then?
I dunno. Consumers.
Right. We're consumers.
We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
Murder, crime, poverty. These things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra.
Martha Stewart.
Fuck Martha Stewart. She's polishing the brass on the Titanic.
It's all going down. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may. But that's me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it's a terrible tragedy. It's just stuff. Not a tragedy...
The things you own end up owning you.