Goodbye, Texas, home of magical sparkling streams and lush green trees and bugs and lizards and snakes and Whippoorwills and cacti and big skies and starry nights and breakfast tacos. Mmm, breakfast tacos.
Slowly, I’m making my way back East.
We did a little off-roading last night up to the old cottage and it was super spooky and awesome.
Pretty much totally felt like I was in a slasher movie the entire time.
“But anyway the part that was probably the most compelling to me (out many compelling, heartfelt moments) was near the end when they started talking about what they went through to create The Pale King from the papers DFW had left behind. (I’m sure this has been written about before in a million places and I was just hearing about it for the first time.) And how they went back and forth when they were putting the book together, trying to imagine what he would have wanted, remembering how his mind worked, keeping him in the conversation, the same conversation they had been having with him for decades.”
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