Have been listening deeply to Dr. B today, especially to his many allusions to the tattered scrim between this life and... other, nether dimensions. I so miss his presence in this one and send out love and peaceful, harmonious wishes to his family and all the fandom.
Remembering,
oleander
I really like what you wrote, M. "tattered scrim" - indeed. It's as though he spent so much time looking at it, peering into it, or just plain knowing of it, that it just pulled him straight through, one too-early day.