Sunday, February 2, 2014

Philip Seymour Hoffman

Roughly an hour before I learned he was dead, I talked warmly of him to my dad. How much I love his work, and that I would love to see more of him. 

Not many months ago I told Rino that I felt that Seymour was the sort of guy that could just die any day. I've been fearing that ever since I expressed that.

I weep. I have never felt such a great loss in someone I have never met before. I've invested so much of my feelings in his work and I will miss him greatly. He is one of the few persons that I would never grow tired of.