This week's second devastating loss. I loved his work like I loved my Nano, but longer.
About 15 years ago I wrote him a fan letter, I bought special paper at Kate's for the task: heavy and translucent with silvery stars. Dreamy paper for my dreamy words. I was embarrassed, but I was afraid he would die and I'd regret not doing it; I never heard back but now, I don't regret it at all. In 1997 I flew to Chicago to see his work at the Art Institute, the first time I would travel for art.
Rest in peace, sir. I'll really miss you.
[shown above: Truman Capote, New York, 1965]
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