Farrah Fawcett (Charlie's Angels) and Michael Jackson (of musical acclaim) died today. And while I did not care for either on a personal level, their deaths still strike a chord within me. It seems like the dieing gasps of a cultural era have begun to echo. In it's own way this is sad. For many people, they were powerful emblems of their past. Physical manifestations of their memories have just passed away. It's a difficult thing to cope with and I wish those people great fortitude.
- Location:home
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:quiet
