Just like the speed of light, we picture celebrities to be a constant. Which is… We picture ourselves to be a constant in the image of who we admire. Although Rita Levi Montalcini died a little while ago, she did surprise me by being alive when she received my admiration somewhere in the eighties.

It’s not that I wasn’t interested in David Bowie’s music, or mesmerised by his presence in the world. He sure was present… However, to admire someone also means one can mirror oneself in their position. The only element in our lives really synchronising must be in being the odd one out. Him becoming famous by it. Me being of no consequence at all.