“Think for a second - what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of stuff inside you every moment of your life turned out now to be somehow fully open and expressible afterward, after what you think of as you has died, because what if afterward now each moment itself is an infinite sea or span or passage of time in which to express it or convey it, and you don’t even need any organized English, you can as they say open the door and be in anyone else’s room in all your own multiform forms and ideas and facets.”
- David Foster Wallace, “Good Old Neon” in Oblivion: Stories
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I love it so so so much.
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I think “Good Old Neon” is my favorite DFW thing.
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