RIP David Lynch

I spent the day mourning a man I'd never met. I tried finding the words to describe why David Lynch's death hit me so hard, and I still don't know where they are. Every idea I had to express just how much of a loss this is to me, and to art in general, felt insufficient. So I just took a really long nap instead.

I had a dream I was standing in the middle of a road during a blizzard. Everything around me was empty, just a blanket of snow and this road stretching towards each end of the horizon. I pulled out my phone and on the screen it just said NORTH. I went south. I knew it was south and I knew it was the right way to go, despite no evidence or proof. I just knew. My phone started ringing, louder and louder each time. I ignored it. I kept walking down the road and after a very long time, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and woke up before I could see who had caught up and found me. I wondered if it was him when I woke up, and then I laughed and laughed. Yeah. It could've been him. Why not? Classic Lynch.

Nicky Flowers - 01/16/25 - Keep an eye out for David Lynch in your dreams tonight. - (send any comments/questions to hello at nickyflowers dot com)