Not Forgotten - Interlude in The Archival Backlog.

a tunnel

I spoke about you only three days ago, to a stranger twenty years younger than me who also admired everything we knew about you, not much - less than a self-acclaimed fan would - but more than the average.

We listened to one of your songs.

Yesterday I stood in Rough Trade Records – one of the best independent record stores ever.

Your new album was in the window.

I did not have the money to buy it.

You were born in this town.

We grew up in the same borough.

Bromley.

I will pass through there tomorrow on my way to a funeral.

Not yours.

Peace to you, in your rest.