46 Years, 6 Months, 23 Days
“And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.”
- DFW, (the last line of) Infinite Jest
As of today, I have outlived David Foster Wallace.
He was always nine years older than me. Now I am older than he will ever be – and am spiralling out through ages he will never see.
I hope you found some peace, brother. God knows you deserve it.
Down here, the glorious struggle goes on.
