Happy would’ve-been 50th birthday, David Foster Wallace.
His short story ‘Forever Overhead’ begins with the words, “Happy Birthday.”
It also reads, “It is a big day, big as the roof of the whole southwest sky” & “You have grown into a new fragility” & “You have decided being scared is caused mostly by thinking” & “It seems impossible that everybody could really be this bored” & “Look out past it. Look across. You can see so well” & “Hold on tight” & “Now that you’re overhead you can see the whole thing” & “The ground wants you back” & “It may, after all, be all right to do something scary without thinking, but not when the scariness is the not thinking itself” & “Holding on takes time and alters the rhythm of the machine” & “No time is passing outside you at all. It is amazing” & “If you really wanted you could stay here forever, vibrating inside so fast you float motionless in time, like a bee over something sweet” & “Where you are now is still and quiet” & “From overhead it is more real than anything” & “Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still” & “Now that there is time there is no time” & “Did you think it over” & “So which is the lie?” & “A still, floating bee is moving faster than it can think. From overhead the sweetness drives it crazy” & “That is forever” & “Step into the skin and disappear.”
“Hello.”
“Happy Birthday”
Rest in peace.
Happy 51st year since DFW’s birth. #RIPDFW


