Monday, September 15, 2008
David Foster Wallace killed himself on friday. He was 46. He hung himself. He was found by his wife. He lived in Claremont, Ca. For so many people I know, He had reached the status of celebrity, legend and great artist. Things that so many of us strive for. This makes me wonder about the curse of the artist, or maybe more accurately, the illusion of happiness and completeness.
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wow. This is the first i heard of it. I loved his books and essays. sad
i does make you think
i think about that alot. what are we really striving for? is it possible not to strive to be successful artists only for our own significance? alot won't admit that, but what is our motivation? obviously that does not lead to complete happiness.
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