It was an early evening in late November. I was happily wolfing down the last bits of a pizza, watching the new documentary about the Velvet Underground, when I got a text message that my friend, the journalist Bill Morlin, had died. Obviously, the news came as a shock. Bill and I had been texting about new projects we’d both been working on just two days before. And then he was gone.
"if the world had changed forever, why then was I still trying to live in an old way?"
I've been thinking on this too and your writing really crystallized why we can fall in this trap but also that it's in our power not to. Thank you as always.
I loved your Lost Stories piece. I was a competitor and admirer or Bill’s work. We weren’t friends, but we respected each other’s work back in the day, and we shared several mutual friends. Your description of what his passing stimulated in you is very moving.
P.S. I am still not getting your posts delivered to my In Box, just so you know.
"if the world had changed forever, why then was I still trying to live in an old way?"
I've been thinking on this too and your writing really crystallized why we can fall in this trap but also that it's in our power not to. Thank you as always.
I loved your Lost Stories piece. I was a competitor and admirer or Bill’s work. We weren’t friends, but we respected each other’s work back in the day, and we shared several mutual friends. Your description of what his passing stimulated in you is very moving.
P.S. I am still not getting your posts delivered to my In Box, just so you know.
Hard truths told beautifully.
Simply a terrific post.
Thank you, Leah.