when I first discovered him (like, 6 years ago? I live under a rock, I know), I knew how much he meant to me. that was when he came out with the news of his... ahem... cancer. I remember being devastated. I was going to see him in Dublin in December for the first time, because I knew I had to see him. I never felt inclined to go out of my way like that for anyone else. I fasted so much that winter: out of three months, i probably only ate a handful of days. I just was in a different headspace. I remember walking around in the cold, in baggy clothes, and being sad because I only loved Morrissey and he was going to die of cancer. I never loved anyone more than I did Morrissey in those days.
then in the intervening years I kind of forgot how much I loved him. he became old hat. now seeing him again, seeing him so close, in my country, really brought it all back. I wonder how I could ever have forgotten. maybe it'll help me in my upcoming fast! now I feel in the right mood for it anyway.