A black and white picture - the finality of it.
Tonight was supposed to be quiet, relaxed, reflective. I have the company of my laptop. I hoped to write. I hoped to be writing anything but this. It is a quiet night. It is one that is causing me anxiety. It is reflective. Just not the reflections I hoped for. Williams just sent me a black and white picture of Brian and it had that look that you recognise before you read the words. Rest in Peace, 1994-2025. In true Williams fashion, the message he followed the picture with was "This man is dead". We have been reflecting together, trying to understand, but what is there to understand about death? What is there to understand when a 31 year old ball of energy just abruptly stops rolling? I see Brian that way. The only time I saw him still was in the pictures we took. Every other time, he was in his waist coat, walking about like the only man with a mission, the vision and the keys to unlock whatever needed to be unlocked. He was fixing, crisscrossing the wires in his he...
