Infinite Jest
“But where is the part of it which it does not itself contain?”
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose.