Maybe one day, far into the future, I might have picked up with film. I’ve always loved Bobcat Goldthwait, but I haven’t seen any Robin Williams‘s films in a long time. Reviews of his latest weren’t altogether great so I didn’t go out of my way. Yet after I’d heard of Robin Williams’s death (it came up on twitter as all news does first these days), I felt like something had hit me in the gut. I found many people saying the same thing, so the ridiculousness of mourning someone I didn’t know personally was weird, but it connected with the sad ephemera of the day. It’s like a really black cloud came over and just sat there above my desk. Williams’s death was surprisingly unsurprising. He’s always been open about his depression, but oh dear was I ever sad to know that depression took him.
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jacqueline valencia 