This morning, it makes sense. Prince is gone.
It's strange, because David Bowie dying was a shock, I thought he was hyper-real and possibly alien and not capable of dying. But Prince, he has always seemed to be on the edge of mortality, understanding that the line between here and gone is always moving. Now he has stepped over.
When I was a teenager, I dreamt that I was folding laundry and he showed up, wearing his pretty clothes, and wanted to kiss me. To do so, he was forced to stand on a box, and I dissolved into helpless laughter. (please note, I am not tall enough for this to be true, I'm sure). I hope he's forgiven me. And that wherever he went, he knows we all loved him, back in 1984. Everyone is quoting appropriate lines from his songs today, I won't do that. I don't need to. They are the soundtrack in the back of my mind always. so long, sweet prince.