Philip Seymour Hoffman. 1967 - 2014

Philip Seymour Hoffman died today.

Another one lost to the cold grip of addiction. Or not. Maybe he just wanted a quick one, a nice high after a long sobriety that ended horribly wrong.  Or maybe he was tired and wanted out.  We will never know what he carried and why. 

I took him for granted.  I think most people did.  The kind of easy quality that you just assume will be there whenever he appears.  And it was. He was always so good, always, that I overlooked his brilliance.

His understatement overshadowing the absolute grace of his craft. Of course I didn't know him, but he was one of the greatest, and losing him is absolute fucking insanity. 

46.  

So young.  So much more life that he will never see.  

And we are worse off for it, all of us.