Introduction (last and final)
So thank you to the Master of Time.
The Master of these 4.543 billion years that took pity on us by making us contemporaries of David Bowie, a poor Cracked Actor full of sound and fury. A lad insane. The genius in the lamp of metamorphosis, who beautifully sang the glamourous din of existence's vacuity.
With his music, Bowie gave us one of the most beautiful definition of a work of art : that which never dies.
The King
is dead.
Long live
his music.