a letter to you, through this mist

the white noise you have left behind in the mist...

those eyes are books, that body of work the marking of a lifetime lived wholely. every interview, a time capsule for strangers lovers n fans to fall in love with over n over again.
no one can put to words why you're loved the way you are, but we know for a fact that the honesty of your work, the lived in ways you brought to all your characters has something to do with it.
it'll be years and i'd still be grappling at straws trying to understand the ways of life, god, more importantly the turns of karma. till then, i think, we'll just live with these fierce memories of you, your work, of how we love you so dearly even without having ever met you..
till then let us adore you, respect you, love you, miss you, revere you, welcome you into our lives like always, with every old film seen with this new knowledge, every act an act of grace and gratitude, and allow us to move on, get better.
holding you somewhere today, even the skies were heavy, drooping, burdened with sorrow. nature in the last 24 hours has felt confused, in a disarray, as if trundling along through seasons in a jiffy.
i don’t think we connected this way with any other actor or celebrity as a generation. this pooled grief, mourning, is the shape of a colossal loss our generation didn't know how to handle. and, as always, you're shaping even that for us, for the first time perhaps.