Things to consider: David Foster Wallace

For sometime now, I’ve been entrenched in a sort of “spiritual crisis” – I us the phony phrase to elude what’s really amiss: in a nutshell, I’m teetering on death’s door. But for some reason, every other moment is dreadfully soothing – a far-out likeliness that maybe you’ll get the nerve sometime soon to do yourself in. But . . . I suppose that if you’re not willing to anything about it – there’s no sense in protest. Which is far easier said than done. I’ve also just read up on David Foster Wallace. Sensible fella – take it his angst was a bit overdue.