infinite_jest silentbob tome by david_foster_wallace These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer. 110118 ... h|s|g been meaning to read this 110120 ... Ouroboros best book ever 110120 ... raze i keep meaning to read this one too. haven't yet been brave enough to dive into it. i've always avoided writing in books. there's some unexplained impulse to keep them as pristine as possible. but i get the feeling "infinite jest" is going to be underlined, highlighted, earmarked, written in, and generally abused, when the time comes. 130902 what's it to you? who go blather from