moin moin

Everyone though he was mad you know. Amusing, but mad. Well I didn't. I never knew him very well but the way I saw it is that he derived great joy from that vector of his personality, the slightly out-of-phase, unpredictable, joyous one.

Once, late at night, and probably in a bar although I can't remember, he unexpectedly confided in me. He said he thought more people should let the weird and wonderful, unpredictable and mad side of them out more often, because his was a little bit lonely. He said mad was relative, and that he preferred to think of it like this instead: that he was vibrating on a slightly different plane from the next person, in a place where all the angels played guitars.