This year seems to have contained more death than usual. I don’t know if it’s the way the seasons move, my generation is old enough to have more people in the danger zone. Death is a constant, but some major voices have been lost, and I’m still not over Whitlam. Within one year we have lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, David G. Hartwell, Leonard Nimoy, and Sir Terry Pratchett, among many. And now Prince.
There is a bitter sweetness of death that comes with eulogies, discovering people anew, sometimes discovering them for the first time (such as Zaha Hadid). A time to sit with people’s stories, what they gave to the world and how they were connected to the lives of others. It makes me want to honor them, so many people have worked towards creating better spaces in the world.
When I get home tonight I’m going to create some things… work on a comic, write an e-mail that might be a small pebble for change. When I get home tonight I’m going to support some things. I’m going to subscribe to some podcasts I’ve been meaning to support for months. I’m going to buy a music album. I don’t know if I’ll have time to buy art with all these to dos, but you bet I’m going to scope some out.
May we create beautiful spaces in the world that honor the dreamers that came before and the dreamers that are to come.