--David Foster Wallace, Good Old NeonThe fact is that we're all lonely, of course. Everyone knows this, it's almost a cliche. So yet another layer of my essential fraudulence is that I pretended to myself that my loneliness was special, that it was uniquely my fault because I was somehow especially fraudulent and hollow. It's not special at all, we've all got it. In spades.
12.17.2009
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This is almost the exact point when it dawns on you that you might have to set the book down after you've finished that one and maybe just breathe a little.
Hah--yep. I got about halfway through and put it down. Oh man, Daniel, it has been A+ from the very first paragraph.
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