Is a world where on
the day that someone dies, someone we all know and care about, nobody writes
pathetically inane comments on Twitter, nobody posts songs and pictures on
Facebook, nobody writes melodramatic words of sorrow and cringe-worthy devotion.
World where nobody says anything. Where people just reread their favourite stories,
rewatch their favourite films, relisten to their favourite songs. Or maybe do
none of that. Just think about it for a minute or two, while the cigarette
burns. While the crow flies.
Only then can one
truly appreciate what it is that happens in “Blackstar” after the fourth
minute. In a world where I want to live.
