I'll not weep.
I'll not indulge in some maudlin binge nor project significance where there is none.
An old man died. I didn't know him, although he was, apparently, an admirable, lazy bastard with a preference for suits.
I expect I'll continue to use his songs as a soundtrack, as has been my semi-conscious wont for 44 years. I may still use his words for distraction in the night.
I'll try to avoid using his shrewdest lines without context to prove a devotion, unless, perhaps, there's irony to be shared.
I do, of course, find significance in the words of my dear friends who have contacted or tagged me. If you are feeling grief, I wish you kindness and healing.
Time passes. We mourn for that.
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An old man died. I didn't know him, although he was, apparently, an admirable, lazy bastard with a preference for suits.
I expect I'll continue to use his songs as a soundtrack, as has been my semi-conscious wont for 44 years. I may still use his words for distraction in the night.
I'll try to avoid using his shrewdest lines without context to prove a devotion, unless, perhaps, there's irony to be shared.
I do, of course, find significance in the words of my dear friends who have contacted or tagged me. If you are feeling grief, I wish you kindness and healing.
Time passes. We mourn for that.