Alain Delon

 When Alain Delon died I thought everything was garbage.But mostly because everything was already garbage when he died.

Duke Ellington died about sixteen months before I was born. Nabokov in Switzerland when I was two. 

I like thinking about death this way, as a kind of ledger in which the shifting balance isn’t held to a generic standard:

Look at his eyes. His piscine, the only piscine of my dreams.

Laughter in the dark,