I found myself changing and had no choice but to feel that this conversion validated me. I no longer craved action. The tightness of city life vanished - the suburbs were fragmented and rambling; there was no more flippinf through the devil's dictionay (Zagat's) to find a decent restaurant, and the bidding war for reservations disappeared. Who cared about de VIP booth anymore, or mugging for paparazzi on the red carpet at movie premieres? I was relaxed in the suburbs. Everything was different: the rhythm of the days, your social status, suspicions about people. It was a refuge for the less competitive; it was the minor leagues. You simply didn't have to pay as much attention to things. The precise pose was no longer required. I had expected to be bored, and to be angered by that boredom, but it never materialized. I had canceled my suscription to I Want That! and for a while was okay. One day late in August I drove by a simple field dotted with poplars and i suddenly held my breath. I felt a tear on my face. I was happy, I realized with amazement.

Bret Easton Ellis
en el primer capítulo
de su novela Lunar Park