DFW

I just came home from work this morning and found out David Foster Wallace died. I only started reading Brief Interviews With Hideous Men about 2 weeks ago, but I had immediately fallen in love with a few of the stories (and almost all of the writing), and was genuinely inspired in a serious personal way two nights ago after reading "Octet." It's honestly been one of my favorite books to read (the kind you have to read slowly so as to avoid finishing it). The fact that he hanged himself adds a potentially unbearable weight to his writing and makes me indescribably sad in a way that I've probably never been for a public figure. Anyways, in the spirit of his writing, I wanted to get something down as urgently and earnestly as I could.