fuck, fuck, fuck.
September 13, 2008
One of the greatest modern writers -- the one who incidentally changed my life, the way I read and the inside of my head more than once and more than I can describe to you because I lack his facility with language -- hanged himself last night at the ripe age of 46.
Words fail.
The dude *just* finished Infinite Jest. How strange.
How sad.
Posted by: Anna | September 13, 2008 at 11:28 PM
Wow.That's so sad.
He was born here,where I live.Weird.
Posted by: Jupiter | September 14, 2008 at 08:03 AM