the scene at subway at the end is so jarring. Like in spite of the whole freaky incel bit there his life is painted in this beautiful way without technology or consumerism. Then suddenly he’s in the ordinary world with pre-shredded iceberg lettuce and pasteurized cheese food and white bread that pretends to be fresh food - and the employee making minimum wage acting like they enjoy their job - presented to people who are so beaten down by consumerism that they couldn’t care less.
disclaimer: I actually just finished a small road trip and ate at subway today. but I was under no delusion that the experience was any more profound than the bag of combos i bought earlier from a gas station.
