Deleuze:
"My wound existed before me…"

It's rare that I don't smile or laugh after stumbling across one of your reviews or reading one of your lists. Your warmth and humor is what I remember most. Take care.

29, jesus

think of how much you could have done

RIP my dude, wish I'd had the chance to chat with you

i really hate that i haven't written you here very often but it's hard to have be so close to you and not be able to reach out and talk. i still love you mike, and i still think about you all the time. sometimes i look at the music i'm into now and just think "man mike would laugh so hard at this" and you would've, but i'd give anything to have that laugh with you.

Can somebody write a little summary of who this guy was and what happened (in practical terms)? I just stumbled on here and after reading the entire comment box I'm curious; I think others feel the same.

Last week I touched a tiny baby's heart, reached through the breastbone and felt the determined throb of the muscle pulsing out against the pads of my fingers. How I think of your life in the context of yourself as an individual, Mike, has changed so much. I see little bits of you everywhere, six atoms of your carbon formed a molecule of glucose swirling in the blood that flowed through that little heart. I know now how you are with me always.

wish you knew