Accidents, beautiful and brutal, lucky and unlucky. A convergence of chemicals and physics, and of circumstances. Of carelessness and beaurocracy and events so powerful that they tug backwards into the deep and the very old. You lived so passionately and made it look good to me to be older than I am. I am sad to see you leave so early.
(thank you for reminding me to read, and to go out and look at stuff and to have pretty things and to have funâ€¦â€¦. Oh, and about the importance of lighting)