DFW is my Bible.
Not really. But his work is packed so very densely with meaning, it really does feel like consulting a sage sometimes.
I've only mentioned him around the house two or three times in the past year because whenever I say his name, my partner gets visibly jealous. ^_~
(He shouldn't be.)
That, up there. That, from a man who hung himself. Makes me wonder if true love for humanity is incompatible with enjoyment of dwelling in its midst ("it" being that mindless, helmless, ever-crashing sea of people). Everywhere I look, love and fear comingle and intertwine, feeding on each other like AURYN in the hands of the Childlike Empress.
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