I sat down to do more school work and what came out was a love letter to David Foster Wallace…
A journalist once said in a magazine that everyone wanted to be you — except you. Lovely you. I wonder if you ever loved, if you were loved back. If you broke someone’s heart when you left. I feel like you broke mine and we’ve never even met.
I can’t imagine having a mind as wonderful as yours. Is misery a necessary part of creative genius? I would ask you a thousand questions. Did you feel misunderstood? Did you know something the rest of the world was oblivious to? I would ask you if you saw any beauty left in the world at all. But mostly, I would ask if you felt loved when you made that choice. Really loved. Then I would hold you, as if I knew you. I’d tell you there’s something more. I’d tell you there’s something better…
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Those who suffer much and overcome have much to offer.
Vackert!!
/Tove (one of your Swedish readers)
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this guy died of cancer didnt he? he had such a promising future ahead of him. i’m ploughing through the “beat generation” authors at the moment after watching “fear an loathing in las vegas” on tv.
Tragically, he actually committed suicide. You’re right though that he did have a promising future – he was remarkably intelligent and an amazing writer.