Having run down to the metro, up to the apartment, up to the hospital. At about this time, sitting around with friends, looking at each others, with the phone ringing, knowing it was her mother's weekly call. All the people who came to help, in an amazing storm of friendship, telling each others stories, and managing to laugh together. That great service, that I still haven't listened to the recording of. Sitting on the floor in her empty room after everyone had gone, with a bright winter blue sky, crying. Her piano in my living room, with Diva whining at it.
She shaped my life in so many ways, I'm so glad I knew her, however briefly.
- Current Location:United Kingdom, London
- Current Music:Einstürzende Neubauten - Installation Nr. 1 (John is mixing)
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