(Proof of my book dorkiness)
As the snow brightened outside my office window & the snow began to melt, I daydreamed about going home & reading David Foster Wallace. I wanted to fall into his wordy texts like a big fluffy mattress. I wanted to remember how it felt to curl up with nightmares & wake up to something wise & beautiful. I wanted to see Gately’s beach & understand the geometry of tornadoes. Life, of course, has other plans.