I started this blog a long time ago in vain attempt to pretend to be a writer. I was going to write every day. Somehow that never happens. Laziness mostly. That an a complete inability to get thoughts on paper. I believe my second post was about one of the reasons I wanted to be a writer. Another of the reasons brings this one. Life has been pretty indifferent to me today and that is really not the problem. I had read about his death before going to sleep last night. I had already tried to sleep but couldn't so I went back to read the internet. The first thing I saw was the news. So it goes. I have kind been sad all day. But that is really for myself. He has left massive amount of great writing and warmth to the world. I remember reading Sirens of Titan along time ago and instantly naming my dog after Kazak.
Then diving into his other books wholeheartedly. Now I feel like opening a bottle of wine I brought back from France. Sitting in chair with some of Kurt's friends and alter egos and trying to laugh the sadness away. Life is often bizarre but should never be boring.
