Why I love… Prince

He always appeared aware of how unique he was; he knew he was special and he loved itDeath, especially when compounded by shock, is a thing that forces wild reactions. There is no predicting how it will affect us, especially when it’s complicated by fame and art. At that point, mourning suddenly becomes communal, and you might find yourself crying in public, as I did when I heard about Prince’s death. It’s been one year. I miss him still.Prince was, for me, one of the