In a room with a window in a corner, I found truth. Ian Curtis died 30 years ago today, and I think it was Joy Division's manager, the late Rob Gretton, who correctly predicted at Curtis' funereal that he'd be far more popular in death than he ever was while alive. Few legacies are as prominent as Ian Curtis', a life cut short at age 23, only to enable him to live forever.
In a world of over-saturated idolation, Ian Curtis never wavered in his shaping me as a person. Our lives overlapped by 17 months, yet none of that actually matters. This is the way, step inside.
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