Far too much to say, impossible to put into words, but we’ll give it a shot. In the year 2020, my best friend and confidant in freakery lost a long battle wirh his own mind – we laid him down to rest in the driftless regions of Wisconsin, his home – that whole day, i was numb, couldnt shed a tear – but driving home, through the hills and valleys of southwestern Wisconsin, Wish You Were Here started to play on the radio and the tears began to flow. In my grief, I felt connected to an unending strain of pain and perseverance, of cosmic truth that shone down on me and into me. Music has an interesting power. So does Thee Pink Floyd.
All My Love,
William (the bunglin’ kind)
