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Day one of a world without David Bowie. What a strange melancholy day this has been.
The oddness of mourning someone you have never met. Yet their words have woven themselves into the fabric of your life for decades. And their fierceness and bravery and fluidity paved the way for you and others. I think it fair to place him as an ancestor, an elder in a ragtag tribe.
The oddness of mourning someone you have never met. Yet their words have woven themselves into the fabric of your life for decades. And their fierceness and bravery and fluidity paved the way for you and others. I think it fair to place him as an ancestor, an elder in a ragtag tribe.