Anguish and awe. Every time.
I haven’t written anything on here until now about Bowie’s death and the shocking, surprised grief that I felt.
I got the news via a notification on my phone. I was working back late and had been listening to a podcast while I did a mountain of scanning. I was leaving the photocopy room when the notification from the New York Times app popped up. I think I said something out loud. Maybe an exclamation like ‘What?!’ or ‘No way!’. I stepped out into corridor – which turned on the movement activated lights – and saw water dripping down through one of the light fittings. It was a small thing, to see water dripping down from the floor above (where it turned out there was quite a lot of flooding due to some kind of fault or breakage), but it underscored that feeling of ‘What on Earth is going on??’ that I felt in response to the notification. Continue reading
Highlights for me: Everything, but especially the complementary clash of Michael C. Hall’s voice and the support vocals.