The last few days I should have spent working on my NaNoWriMo project, but something has... distracted me. Or overwhelmed me. Or captivated me.
His name is David Bowie.
You may call him Ziggy Stardust.
(If you're referring to his 1972-73 tour.)
The backstory behind my new David Bowie infatuation begins with an elegantly-compiled soundtrack to an
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