is this what it was like to talk to david foster wallace
Actually, all of HexBear is a complex experimental novel I’m writing
what a strange thing for a figment of my imagination to say
How postmodern for the characters to interact with the author
I am a genius
the liberalsocialist arc was a work of genius, keep it up
Thanks me, I will
why did you invent me this is torment
please release me from the tomb of your mind
No
Your torment has a purpose
Comedic relief
He sounds like the smartest person in the room.
Plot twist- it’s his moms basement and he’s alone.
Classic /lit/ poster
me talking about the Lathe of Heaven around my friends
You guys all making your little jokes and your japes and yukking it up
I have done this by accident and it’s NOT A JOKE, the memory of having to stammer “ahah s-sorry I forgot nobody’s read that haha” when I reference something I wrote without thinking has made me lose nights of sleep. I wanted to walk off a cliff when it happened
(Don’t worry I survived)
Lying in bed unable to sleep because I am haunted by that cringe thing I did 15 years ago.
I do this all the time with junkosreich stuff.
I remember going on /lit/ out of some curiosity. Every page was the same, just reposts on either Ayn Rand, Murakami, or James Joyce. What I’m saying is it felt like these dudes read the assigned literature for the freshmen year of college and felt deep, despite likely not reading much more than your average Harry Potter lib.