This is what the real, no-bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out.
Revisiting David Foster Wallace’s This Is Water on the fourth anniversary of the beloved literary hero’s death. (via explore-blog)
(via explore-blog)
