Hard to explain, but I never imagined myself ever writing about this in my lifetime. And right now, it is as if an ever reliable star in the sky has suddenly burned out, changing the once reliable nightscape forever. When upon discovering the news of Carl Macek’s passing last night, the emotion passed through like a phantom. As if nothing was altogether different from the moment before, and yet the reaction came moments later upon it settling like the hull of a great ship hitting the ocean floor. One of the most revered and controversial figures in the history of fringe pop culture was in fact gone, and it meant a great deal more to me than I ever imagined it would. For me, it is hard to imagine a world without Macek, and the ever long trail of cultural high points he had provided my life with. Hard to imagine being as passionate about sequences of ink and paint on celluloid constructed by individuals from a faraway land without his torch to show us the possibilities.