Bowie's last video is something to see. I don't think there's ever been anything like it. 

Just went for a walk in Central Park. Cold. Thought about the theme he chose, the story he told. I wondered if depicting death is the only story that occurs to you as you're dying. What about what comes after. I guess when you don't know, when it's a mystery, why guess.

And then maybe it's not his last? Maybe there's more to come? 

An idea for a podcast service. Having recently listened to interviews with John Lennon in the 70s, when he was in his 30s, post-Beatles, I would be fascinated to listen to interviews with Bowie. We're all kind of going to school on him, now that we own him.

How strange it is reading his obit to feel envy. I had to scold myself. His life is past-tense, you're still living yours. There's nothing to feel envy of. But I feel it anyway.

There are only two ways to process death, I think, someone else's and your own. I've faced death a few times, a couple of times as an adult and conscious of the likelihood. That's very personal. But someone else's death is also personal. It's impossible to experience it any other way. I've tried. 

Bowie was an artist to the end. I hope to be able to say the same about myself, in the afterlife, if there is one. ;-)