So, I just went and opened your Instagram.
Looked back on old post dated late 2016 when you visited Oman. I want to go there too.
It made me smile looking at that post of your empty page on your screen with the caption
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” – Nabokov
Funny feeling eh?
Nothing I could write about you, Anthony Bourdain, Tony, would be new to the infinite words that has been written since June 8th.
To say “I miss you” is an understatement.
(this sentence keeps repeating in my head ever since….not even on a break up! – I’m laughing!)
Reading you all over again.
Watching you all over agin.
Listening to your audibles and that’s a new one.
No Instastories and that’s a bummer. Loved it. Plain. Musical quality to its best. Your wake ups all over the world. Nope I won’t go into it.
I decided that I want to celebrate you.
a) Because today is your birthday.
b) Because you are simply worth celebration.
My heart is so tight. I’m tearing now.
The Stones is playing – Gimme shelter.
I have one, just one selfish regret I must admit. Not have asked you to be part of my “Kitchen Stories” collection here. Why did I never send you that email…I’m pretty sure you would have answered. I was “saving” to do it in person in NYC when your “Bourdain Market” project opened in 2019.
To me you always been Bourdain and forever will be.
Tonight – Iggy Pop
Love in vain – Stones