So Luciano Pavarotti is dead. Another icon of my life gone. I think this whole passing away of public figures who have been around since Jesus walked makes me feel very, very mortal and adultish.
Sigh.
Sigh again.
It also makes me, in a strange connective way, want to have kids soon.
I went through a period three years ago where I felt my uterus was crying out to produce progeny. And then it went quiet for a while and now it's roaring again because Luciano Pavarotti and the Pope and Amrish Puri and Yasser Arafat are all dead. And they have been around since i learned to read and work the remote. I was going somewhere with this but can't really put it down anymore.
The 'whole facing your mortality and knowing that nothing is permanent' phase has come up on me and it makes me want to stop and be with the boy and start a family.