Introduction

At the beginning of 2016, I published a chapter dedicated to David Bowie in this site’s previous version. That very year, David Bowie left us. To say that his death was a shock would be an understatement.

That day of January 10, 2016 left me empty, and dry.
I would have never thought this could happen. Because unlike some of his contemporaries such as Elton John and Joni Mitchell namely, David Bowie inspired me with absolutely nothing personal. Therefore, if I cried so much when he left this world, it is perhaps because his passing sounded like a death knell, wiping out what was left of my youth in one fell swoop. And like many I guess, it was thus also over my own life vanished behind me that I cried, gone and dead as he was. I had confirmation that day that we were nothing and that nothing made sense. And yes, it was Bowie's death that made me aware of that, deeply and permanently.

I must quote here two statements that touched me a lot, at that precise moment of David Bowie’s disappearance. One from a celebrated genius. The other one, a spontaneous comment on Youtube from an unknown person. From both emanates a specific strength. And their respective meanings give them the necessary legitimacy to be indissolubly linked to this mourning moment, engraved in my memory and in my personal feelings' flesh.

William Shakespeare
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. ("Macbeth")

Nilah Monai'
If you're ever sad, just remember the world is 4.543 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist at the same time as David Bowie.