That place in the dusty warehouses of my attention economy

From Why I hate David Foster Wallace and all he stands for by CarlD.

Marvellous description of that which is so difficult to describe.

But anyhow, to keep circling around the point without quite getting to it as I gather DFW often did, until recently DFW was in that place in the dusty warehouses of my attention economy occupied by the things people have been a little too insistent I should check out, a place also occupied by Hemingway, Khalil Gibran, “E.T.,” “The Rocky Horror Picture Show,” and for reasons that would take a lot of tedious explaining, Cointreau. Things perhaps of substantial intrinsic merit, but already shown by the form of the recommendation, even in their absence, to lend themselves to conversations of awkward and unpleasant intensity, not to mention unearned intimacy.

There is so much interesting out there that has to be prioritized away by the tyranny of not enough time.