David Foster Wallace
[Writer, b. 1962, Ithica, New York, d. 2008, Claremont, California.]
You suffer with the stunted desire caused by one of its oldest lies. Do not believe the photographs. Fame is not the exit from any cage.
![](/images/rdquo.gif)
“You feel these men with their photographs in magazines care deeply about having their photographs in magazines. Derive immense meaning.”
“I do. They must. I would. Else why would I burn like this to feel as they feel?”
![](/images/rdquo.gif)
I kiss her bitter photo. It’s cloudy from kisses. I know the outline of my mouth from her image.
![](/images/rdquo.gif)