For some,a hole has been ripped in the universe and we are lost. Our sadness doesn’t mean we don’t care about Madaya or Istanbul – but what whether there is never anyone else like him?
Time takes a cigarette and puts it your mouth. Did that happen? I consider it happened, as I reacquaint myself with the nausea of the first fag in a while. Grief is so physical, or isn’t it? The discombobulation,that slightly floaty feeling in your legs, a gutful of dread. I know what grief feels like, and thanks very much. And I grieve for David Bowie. It’s not a competition. It’s not just about “music”. Or my lost youth. My youth went the day I gave birth at 26 and I understood that everything was about the next generation. And Bowie was always about what could be. A rift has opened between those who know and those who don’t.
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Source: theguardian.com