2025年01月21日
Keep your eye on the doughnut, not the hole.
This weekend, I found myself revisiting the works of the legendary David Lynch after hearing of his passing. I watched some of his films and interviews, reflecting on the strange, magnetic energy he brought to the screen.
Growing up, Lynch’s work was a staple in our household. My dad introduced me to original recipe DUNE, with its sprawling deserts and surreal visions. Meanwhile, my mom and I bonded over Twin Peaks, navigating its dreamlike absurdity together. These moments shaped me, fostering a deep love for the bizarre, the unsettling, and the inexplicable beauty that lives within chaos.
Lynch had a way of making the strange feel familiar, and the familiar feel strange, a gift that will leave a lasting mark on anyone who’s experienced his art. It’s bittersweet to say goodbye to someone who taught so many of us to embrace the bizarre and absurd with open arms.
Growing up, Lynch’s work was a staple in our household. My dad introduced me to original recipe DUNE, with its sprawling deserts and surreal visions. Meanwhile, my mom and I bonded over Twin Peaks, navigating its dreamlike absurdity together. These moments shaped me, fostering a deep love for the bizarre, the unsettling, and the inexplicable beauty that lives within chaos.
Lynch had a way of making the strange feel familiar, and the familiar feel strange, a gift that will leave a lasting mark on anyone who’s experienced his art. It’s bittersweet to say goodbye to someone who taught so many of us to embrace the bizarre and absurd with open arms.
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