already know I will miss him. David Foster Wallace (also DFW) died yesterday at his home in California. He committed suicide. At least it seems. We
us grew up with the pain of metonymy, with the wisdom of the enchantment of phrases caught on purpose to be read. Set aside, and understand from the inside after a while. One of those where you can distinguish. One who puts things right. Create a distance. Read David Foster Wallace? Then you know about literature. Six contemporary. Hic et nunc. He used to not necessarily follow the direction. Since things are not things. We are committed matters for the brain thinking. Slightly chipped and brought up to the syntax of the new wetland popular beliefs. us of the seventies, also grew up taking the ball if possible beliefs. Have we finally realized that when you fall for him hurt.
Really. In loving memory
DFW. I miss everyone.
Every word I will miss him. And above all the notes in the margin.
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