I lost one of my closest friends today.
Quite why I'm writing this I don't know except that I'm alone in the house and need to, well, talk I suppose.
We'd known each other for over forty years, he was one of the three or four people I visit without fail when I'm in the UK. We've walked and talked our way down the same road all that time, same occupations, similar interests. We were the tightest and best traveling companions. He'd talk about his jobs, I'd send him my papers. We'd visit exhibitions together, argue about photography and Rothko, typography and Warhol.
God I'll miss him.
Quite why I'm writing this I don't know except that I'm alone in the house and need to, well, talk I suppose.
We'd known each other for over forty years, he was one of the three or four people I visit without fail when I'm in the UK. We've walked and talked our way down the same road all that time, same occupations, similar interests. We were the tightest and best traveling companions. He'd talk about his jobs, I'd send him my papers. We'd visit exhibitions together, argue about photography and Rothko, typography and Warhol.
God I'll miss him.
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