So I'm sitting at my desk today, surfing the interwebs finding out what I can about Prince, listening to 80's on 8 with Mark Goodman, watching old videos and reading tributes on FB and the morning has totally slipped away.
It's one of those "best laid plans" days. Things were planned, and then Prince died, and all those things went out the window and mortality came in through that window and sat down on my desk.
It's heavy. It's another childhood icon that has died, and he was really only 17 years older than me.
Last month it was David Bowie.
Prince just played a show last week. WTF?
Time is not our friend.
I've never lost a close family member or friend, so I don't know that grief. I only know the sorrow associated with cultural icons and how it makes me feel mortal.
Time keeps moving forward whether we exist or not. It's a deep thought.
Tomorrow is another day, but it doesn't have to include me.
Today matters, tomorrow does not.
This is my contribution. These are my breadcrumbs.
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