Infinite Nothing

I was invited and asked to do the “Infinite Summer” read-a-thon by a lot of people (hi people) There were going to be read along groups on Ravelry and even some local people suggested we get together regularly and discuss.
I declined.
Beyond my mixed feelings about DFW’s writing (I have liked some and disliked other bits) there is just some uncomfortable association in my head. He was smart and funny and artistic and also he suffered from crippling depression. He fought depression his whole life and every time it would seem to get better, then bam! it would return worse than before. Eventually it wore him down. The futility of it all was just too clear to him and he ended his life.
Having had my own battles with depression and having seen the abyss of futility more than once I felt it best to give the Infinite Summer a pass.