He finished his last album. “Blackstar” was finished on  Friday, his birthday, and on Sunday he took off. Even in his death, Bowie is unmatched. A man of million faces and ideas, a man who constantly reinvented himself, is gone, and the loss is debilitating.

Well, I’m not on board with this whole dieing business. I refuse to accept it. Instead of killing each other all over the world, can’t we get together and figure out cancer? Can’t we get our priorities strait?

Goodbye, Ziggy Stardust, goodbye. Your creative genius changed our collective consciousness in ways we can’t comprehend.