What I really want to do is msg
Ouroboros and say,
Hey, what's up? I guess that's out of the question.
I'm so far from home right now that I feel an increased sense of being cut loose, not that Matthew is cut loose but that I am. But I am not, of course. I am only far from home.
I don't know what happened. We lost touch years ago, when he moved to Oregon. I only saw him once or twice since then, running into him by chance when he was in town. Memories of a lot of good times flood into my mind, but they were all long ago.
I can't say we were friends. But here suddenly, unlooked-for, a hole has opened up in the fabric of the world.
Rest in peace, Matthew.