I found this heartbreaking, having the problem of clinical, chronic depression myself, but it is interesting both in its instructiveness to loved ones about “what can be done,” and its revelation of the profound reality of the horror that is, in a phrase, truly not giving a shit.

I will miss David Foster Wallace a lot, and though I think he’s likely dead and gone, he will live on in his work and his genius. To me, that’s immortality.

Does “God” come from the simple human desire to be immortal? I suspect so.