Ross Nervig

Ross Nervig
Ross Nervig is a writer living in Minneapolis and a founding editor at Revolver. He also thinks that he's a musician, a visual artist, and an all-around good guy.

Works on Revolver

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Sleeping with David Foster Wallace by

Infinite Jest was a love affair. The paragraphs and paragraph-long sentences and the pages-long paragraphs I would read and reread between that slow-shutter effect of falling asleep, my god, those moments seem to me somehow spiritualized. 2.6 lbs moving ever toward an equal weight on both hemispheres—sitting on my chest like a squat shifty little angel.

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Tangled Up in White and Light Gray by

These aren’t just simple knots but a nodo difficultas so Gordian I’ve nearly wishboned the branching cords down to the universally compatible 3.5mm headset jack in aggravation. Often, I’ve wanted to whip the literal rigamarole into the gutter. The Second Law of Thermodynamics states: everything tends toward entropy or disorder. No shit.