A few more critical rememberances of Michael Jackson: Matos on losing “the final pop star of seeming consequence to everyone, Sasha Frere-Jones finding out at James Murphy’s house, Mark Richardson, Danyel Smith, Roger Ebert. Also, and most heartbreakingly, Robert Hilburn’s remembrance of being close to Jackson in the Los Angeles Times, which shot me right in the heart right here: “Oh, no, I think I’d die on my own. I’d be so lonely. Even at home, I’m lonely. I sit in my room and sometimes cry. It is so hard to make friends, and there are some things you can’t talk to your parents or family about. I sometimes walk around the neighborhood at night, just hoping to find someone to talk to. But I just end up coming home.

I mean, what else can you say.