“As for Mick’s disease, I suffer with him. We are not close,
but there are people in life that you come into contact with for a reason. His
illness has been long and included significant pain, the kind of pain you would
not wish on anyone. I wish him peace, something he seems to have known little
of in all the years I have known him. Peace, and a refuge from the inner demons
that plagued him throughout his life. If I could, I would embrace him and
remind him of how much I have always loved him, and in that moment, perhaps
only for the duration of the embrace, he would understand that it is true.”
David Sylvian (2010)
There's a certain slant of light
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes
Heavenly hurt it gives us
We can find no scar
But internal difference
Where the meanings are
None may teach it anything
'Tis the seal of despair
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air
When it comes the landscape listens
Shadows hold their breath
When it goes 't is like the distance
On the look of death
Emily Dickinson
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