new patient: hi i got insomnia and i think it might have to do with stress?
hannibal: mm-hmm, mm-hmm, or MAYBE it has to do with the fact that your job is merely a fabrication of a society stuck in a perpetual spiritual war; forever unable to decide whether we are feral or civilized, wasting away your energy in a cubicle and exhausting your senses to the point in which exercising on top of a motionless bike with your eyes glued to a screen is considered a healthy pass-time; anything that might distract you from following your most basic instincts is an agreed-upon skill in the making, all of this effort will benefit you in the future to come, when in reality, it is an enslavement of your true potential. our animal ancestors did not lose sleep wondering whether they had worked hard enough or looked good enough or been good enough; soaked in the blood of their meals they would go to sleep satisfied in knowing they had survived to see another day. with all the technology and medicine of the new world no one seems to be able to cure our bloodlust, our sense of incompleteness, all those self-help books telling us to leave nothing unsaid or undone but never once do they encourage us to truly be ourselves; our gore-starved, urge-fueled, animal-like selves.
new patient: ……….what was that?
hannibal: uh, i said, tell me about your dad.
indie hannibal lecter
