I love all the armchair journalists who feel the need to write their little flourish in an attempt to feel akin to HST. We all seem to want to claim him as our own. He lived a unique life. We all should live our own with as much zeal for our own interests. His writing was there for me when I needed it, and he is missed. We should be careful not to mock or insult his memory with conspiracy theories or angry attempts at a witty rant. For most of us here, no one will have anything to say about us after we die. Most of what I’ve read above comes across as arrogance and belittlement; a real reflection on how small all of our lives really are.
I love all the armchair journalists who feel the need to write their little flourish in an attempt to feel akin to HST. We all seem to want to claim him as our own. He lived a unique life. We all should live our own with as much zeal for our own interests. His writing was there for me when I needed it, and he is missed. We should be careful not to mock or insult his memory with conspiracy theories or angry attempts at a witty rant. For most of us here, no one will have anything to say about us after we die. Most of what I’ve read above comes across as arrogance and belittlement; a real reflection on how small all of our lives really are.