Living a Dream

I'm mired in a peculiar state of mind this week. The cause of it is clear to me, and I don't feel right about the whole situation. I feel very sad about the death of Amy Winehouse. I feel sadder about her death, on a personal level, than I do about the Norwegian man who killed 85 people at a youth camp. He flat-out killed 85 people in one fell swoop. That's disturbing in a way that I struggle to comprehend. It's disgusting. It's inhuman. It's beyond horrible. Of course, a lot of those people do things for the attention, so I'm not going to give him the time of day because I can't wrap my mind around it. What I can wrap my mind around is someone whose music managed to make me feel something. I've been reading some articles about Amy Winehouse's death; some have been tales of her incredible/unique talent, some have been very personal accounts from friends, and some have been simple newsy articles reporting the facts and mentioning her losi...