I am in a pensive mood looking back on last year and forward to the next one. I spent most of this morning speechless about David Bowie's passing. I was just talking to a friend about how badly I had wanted to see Lazarus only a month ago. Bowie's album Blackstar, which was released on the eighth of this month on his birthday is an absolutely beautiful experience, and I recommend it highly. Like many nineties kids, I came to know David Bowie as Jareth, the Goblin King, from the musical fantasy film Labyrinth where he starred opposite Jennifer Connelly, who played the film's heroine Sarah. It was my first introduction to the world of Jim Henson and the artistry of Brian Froud. Froud came to be one of the major influences of how I see and consume fantasy art and literature, but my love for Bowie only expanded from there. My parents were baby boomers and were more familiar with Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane than they were with Jareth. I watched "The Man Who Fell to Earth" when I was fourteen. I was enthralled and began to look more into his music. I made most of my best friends in college bonding over Bowie. One of the highlights of my freshman year as an undergraduate student was spent with a group of new friends watching David Bowie perform alongside the timeless Catherine Deneuve and Susan Sarandon in the 80's vampire thriller flick, The Hunger. Station to Station was perhaps my favorite of all of Bowie's albums. I often listen to its lead single "Golden Years" on my way to work, a little pick-me-up when the day isn't shaping up to how I want it to be. It feels strange to be struck so deeply by the death of someone that I've never met. I viewed Bowie in a near immortal light, admiring the genius of his work. He will be missed.