In a world where celestial bodies mirror our earthly idols, Bowie crafts a haunting tableau of fame and its shadows. The stars, both cosmic and celebrity, are ever-watchful entities—glimmering specters that never sleep. They peer through tinted windows, their radiant smiles hiding the turmoil within. 🌟 These luminaries, trapped in their own brilliance, reflect our primitive desires and insecurities. As they burn brightly, their jealousy spills over, binding them together in an eternal dance of envy and admiration. Bowie’s lyrics weave a narrative of longing for immortality amidst the fleeting nature of stardom. Even as these icons falter—broke, shamed, or scared—we cling to the hope that they might live forever. In this nocturnal reverie, we see ourselves reflected in their eyes, tossing and turning under the same night sky where the stars are always out tonight.
