glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- postmodern fiction in the midst of the entropic wasteland of minimalism It is in the death flow 11:05 AM late Friday morning. I have now been alone five days. I have seven days to go before my wife comes home from being out West. Last September my wife was gone three weeks. I was alone for three weeks. When my wife is gone I usually go into a deep contemplative state. I am by nature a shy quiet old man. I have only one friend here where I live out my existence. I maybe I see my friend once a month if even that. I have told my wife I only want my family at my funeral. I do not want a church service when I am dead. I want to be buried by a tree/no coffin just wrap my body in a canvas sheet and put me in the ground/green burial. I am down in the lower level looking at my books. I started reading last night the novel "Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace. I gathered into a pile the books I have by David Foster Wallace and a biography on David Foster Wallace. David Foster Wallace wrote a Foreword to the novel, "Wittgenstein's Mistress" by David Markson which I have also in our library. Here is a list of books I have by David Foster Wallace- "Consider The Lobster And Other Essays" by David Foster Wallace "Infinite Jest" a novel by David Foster Wallace "The Broom of the System" a novel by David Foster Wallace "Girl with Curious Hair" a novel by David Foster Wallace "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays And Arguments" by David Foster Wallace "The Pale King" a novel by David Wallace Foster Wallace "Every Love Story Is A Ghost Story: A Life Of David Foster Wallace" by D.T. Max So my morning goes by. I will close to go back to reading "Infinite Jest". 11:21 a.m. - 2016-02-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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