[Photograph by Gary Hannabarger.]
February 21, 1962 – September 12, 2008
[B]ut by then it was too late, when it wouldn’t stop and they couldn’t make it the child had learned to leave himself and watch the whole rest unfold from a point overhead, and whatever was lost never thenceforth mattered, and the child’s body expanded and walked about and drew pay and lived its life untenanted, a thing among things, its self’s soul so much vapor aloft, falling as rain and then rising, the sun up and down like a yoyo.
David Foster Wallace, “Incarnations of Burned Children,” in Oblivion (New York: Little, Brown, 2004).
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