Maybe someone might find it strange that I feel pain over the death of David Lynch, or Bowie, or someone in the music or film industry, whom I never met in person, only their work, and perhaps their work is not the most interesting thing to me, but the person themselves is.

Maybe, since I'm going to cry for strangers, I should do it for the children of Africa or something like that.

But it touches me David Lynch.

It is what it is.

aAnd it has to do with this:

Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.

- For whom the bell tolls, John Donne, 1624