Just moments ago, I found out that the writer David Foster Wallace took his own life on September 12. I cannot express how much this saddens me, how I haven't even begun to fully comprehend the grief that is welling up inside me. His work wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but no one can dispute his influence over an entire generation of writers. Needless to say, I loved his work, every novel, every short story, every magazine article. I can't believe he's gone.