Not cried, but I felt shaken and sad when Iain Banks died. His writing isn’t important to me the way a few other authors are, but I read his stuff at a very specific time in my life. I think his death got me thinking about my own mortality.
I didn’t find out about Toren Smith’s death until a few years ago. It’s sad that he died so young. I felt the same way when Nigel Findley died.
Both of them created worlds that I ran TTRPGs in. I think that makes me feel a weird connection with them. They didn’t know that I exist, but I still built on what they gave me, and that makes me feel a kinship (and admiration) for them.
Not cried, but I felt shaken and sad when Iain Banks died. His writing isn’t important to me the way a few other authors are, but I read his stuff at a very specific time in my life. I think his death got me thinking about my own mortality.
I didn’t find out about Toren Smith’s death until a few years ago. It’s sad that he died so young. I felt the same way when Nigel Findley died.
Both of them created worlds that I ran TTRPGs in. I think that makes me feel a weird connection with them. They didn’t know that I exist, but I still built on what they gave me, and that makes me feel a kinship (and admiration) for them.