Preppy is the New Hipster

is dead. I find myself completely sad. I have many mixed feelings about suicide; I don't understand it. It has never directly affected me before. I do understand depression, to some degree at least, and I can see how it may be the only escape for some people.

I am sad about DFW, specifically, but even more so about the complexity of human emotions. They are bigger than us, but ours at the same time.

The first story I ever read by DFW was the story called Good Old Neon about the advertising executive that killed himself. I want there to be meaning about that story and the timing and everything, but I don't know if there is.