We always knew this day would come…
Or did we?
Many times I’ve said the words, ‘I’ll be so upset when David Bowie dies.’ But a reassuring voice in my mind would always whisper Don’t worry, he’ll never actually die.
David Bowie, I thought you were immortal.
Now you’ve left us. And the stars certainly do look very different today.
For as long as I can remember, you’ve been a constant companion of my unconcious. In the internal landscape of my mind you were the king. And the queen.
We didn’t know you as a man. We knew you as an image; as a conduit for such an abundance of art, thought and style. The idea of you, and the legacy of your work, will remain as vivid as ever. But the prospect of talking about you in the past tense is so dreadful. The loss is so poignant because you were so much about life.
So, goodbye darling. You never belonged to us, after all, you were too spectacular for that. You were only visiting…