WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT

Remembering the late, great Ozzy Osbourne - a man who made the best and worst of his time.

- INDRAN PARAMASIVAM

THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS IS GONE. But in the space between worlds, where noise becomes light, he walks still— untouchable, unending.

Death—the existential hammer-fall behind the idea of an expiration date is the most visceral reminder that time is stoically neutral and resolutely amoral. The only law it obeys is its own relentless momentum. It moves forward, ceaselessly, mercilessly, endlessly, and unmarked by the colour of character.