wherehouse

the profile pictures confirmed what i wish i could deny. you were in too many of them to be alive.

i remember seeing the photo of you there that night, kissing the nose of the reindeer that had later fallen on my head and vaguely musing about how i wish i might have known you were there, could've said something. there was a small sense of comfort in seeing that you were still around and much the same.

it was odd to hear that you died today.

didn't know you well, wouldn't know what to say. you were strange in such a good way.

here's to your memory jakob lange.