synchronicity

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The Way I Feel At Dusk on a Wintry Sunday

01/16/2012@16:26:47

I'm talking about the individual US citizen's deep fear, the same basic fear that you and I have and that everybody has except nobody ever talks about it except existentialists in convoluted French prose. Or Pascal. Our smallness, our insignificance and mortality, yours and mine, the thing that we all spend all our time not thinking about directly, that we are tiny and at the mercy of large forces and that time is always passing and that every day we've lost one more day that will never come back and our childhoods are over and our adolescence and the vigor of youth and soon our adulthood, that everything we see around us all the time is decaying and passing, it's all passing away, and so are we, so am I, and given how fast the first forty-two years have shot by it's not going to be long before I too pass away, whoever imagined that there was a more truthful way to put it than `die,' `pass away,' the very sound of it makes me feel the way I feel at dusk on a wintry Sunday. - David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

My name is David Watson. I'm a creative person from a small town in Western Pennsylvania called Fallston. I went to school in the Beaver and New Brighton school districts before graduating from Duquesne University in Pittsburgh.

I met my wife, Wendy teaching at Mars High School where I taught the drum line and she taught the color guard. After graduation, we lived in Boston and Seattle before returning to the Pittsburgh area, where I earn my living making software.

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