I used to deal with death in an easier way when I was younger, but for a year or more I’ve been thinking a lot about death. I think about Elliott, the irreversible loss which Elliott is for this world. An image stuck in time, he’ll not grow older, he’ll never record anything again, he’s in that date forever.

Sometimes I think I can’t cope anymore, listening to him just make things worse, I feel like shit, I can’t do anything to change this and I can’t help the feeling.

I guess I’m stuck with him.