I apologize to whomever pointed me to this. I followed a link to this New Yorker story so I could read it later. Now I have, and want to point my readers to it, but I can not give a proper hat tip. Nevertheless, if you want to ruminate on creativity, depression, and the frustration of reaching for something that you can never quite find, read the piece on the life and death of writer David Foster Wallace. D.T. Max has produced a heartbreaking story about a genius who remained forever restless.
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