Let the people mourn, please. Let them make gifs and badly-photoshopped memes of remembrance and scatter them across the internet like earth on the grave of a kinder culture. Something bigger is passing away, and everyone can sense it – not just Bowie and Cohen and Prince and George Michael and Muhammad Ali and Carrie Fisher, but the particular moment they inhabited, a freer time where weird and queer and mad and poor people could actually make art that moved the world. A time of excess and adventure and experimentation. That time is over now. Let the people grieve. Something enormous is dying, and that’s enormously sad. Something is starting, too, and right now that’s scary as hell.
Alongside the icons we lost in 2016, we’re mourning for a world that felt like it was changing for the better.