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RIP David Foster Wallace

in fnord, sadhana and dharma

To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I’m scared about how sappy this’ll look in print, saying this. -David Foster Wallace

Apparently David Foster Wallace hung himself last week, and was discovered by his wife. This saddens me, even though I’ve only read one of his books. [...]

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The Hierarchy Of Horror, Or: It’s Terror All The Way Down

in craziest shit ever, fnord

There are things that shouldn’t happen to people. There are things that shouldn’t happen to anyone and when those things happen to me… I am not pleased. Even the jungle wants me dead. Where’s my Willard?
The horror. The horror.

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