DFW: Oblivion (cont’d)

So in “Mr. Squishy,” DFW just out of the blue during a perfectly credible third-person excursion into Foster’s neurons, drops the first-person pronoun just like it was no big deal. And then I think I got it – as much as I can get anything: it’s not a big fuck you. It’s more like fuck me: None Of This Matters.

I want to hug him. I don’t want him to be dead but I wouldn’t want to force him through “this” anymore than he’s already endured.