I won't go into the history of my fascination with Hunter or try to explain why he affected me so. Suffice it to say that most people, if they're lucky, have a certain few writers, artists, and/or musicians who grab them by the very soul and just don't let go. HST was that guy for me. THE guy in terms of writers. And it's quite painful to think of this man, who saw so much about the world and wrote about it so incisively, getting to the point of no return. It scares the shit out of me, if you want to know the truth.
Fuck it. I wish I could get a different perspective on this. Like sometimes when people who are in intense pain die, we say that it's a blessing. But what was this? What the fuck was this? A waste.