It's too sad.
I drove past the hotel and the makeshift memorial.
Why do we project so much on the female voice? I want to reach deep into the throat of the Internet and take hold of it, protect it, save it. I felt this way when she was alive and I heard her sing recently. It's not that she died that is so sad but that she took her voice with her. Maybe sometimes when an artist's gift is so fine, we lay claim to it, like it's no longer the property of the artist. Perhaps it is especially this way when the medium is the body. We are even more anxious to seize it, save it, keep it. We know nothing of it will remain for history. It only makes an appearance, a chance encounter. A glimpse of the god we desperately want to believe in.
-R.K.
