Hey guys. It’s been a hell of a month, hasn’t it? I lost one of my heroes, and even now, almost three weeks later, I find it hard to believe that he’s gone. I’m not going to write a long piece about what David Bowie meant to me, because I don’t think I possess the skills to capture something so profound and indescribable in words, and because “for me, the grief is still too near,” and also because if you’re human and have a soul, he probably meant a lot to you, too, so you already understand. But it was important to me to acknowledge his passing here on the blog. So here’s to David Bowie. May we all be lucky enough to have just a fraction of his courage and creativity and bold, bright, glorious weirdness.
The Reading Robyn 