“It’s Dark Now…”: A Peculiar Day

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“I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises – they’re like little flowers. I’ve always said that if you have a name for something, like ‘cut’ or ‘bruise,’ people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and you don’t know what it is, it can be very beautiful.” ― David Lynch

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Such a strange day today. A very Lynchian vibe. Out on a stroll with the Pack and I felt we would surely find a severed ear in the grass, just around the next turn.

Blue Velvet Ear

An academic definition of Lynchian might be that the term ‘refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre and the very mundane combine in such a way as to reveal the former’s perpetual containment within the latter.’ But like postmodern or pornographic, Lynchian is one of those Porter Stewart-type words that’s ultimately definable only ostensively — i.e., we know it when we see it.” ― David Foster Wallace

Lynch Being Lynchian

Lynch Being Lynchian

The lines between things are soft, obscure on a day like this. Reverie and reality bleed together, commingle. Yet the edges of things are sharper, more keen. It’s a curious dichotomy between nebulous fluidity and purposeful immutability. For people like We, it’s easy to get lost in the connecting firmament…

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It’s too bad this bird isn’t closer. Or, more robin-like.  As in, a threateningly surreal robin feasting with malevolence upon all your hopes and presumptions.  Stark light bleeds all objects of their warmth and color, the mood of the day washes over everything, washes out…

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And, of course, because my life is all about the #Symmetry, my immersion into the vibe today was accentuated by the fact that I both fell asleep last night, and awoke this morning, to the ageless, ruminative tones of Lana del Rey.


The dissociative bliss afforded by immersion in the unearthly spectral void calls to me like fiendish opium ecstasy, the perfect blanket embrace of blithe euphoria…

In dreams, I walk with you. In dreams, I talk to you. In dreams, you’re mine, all the time. Forever. In dreams…” — Frank Booth, quoting Roy Orbison

Frank Booth

A compulsion towards self-preservation, perhaps?  An essential reaction to deep-rooted fears and insecurities?  Go to your Nirvana, go to your Bliss…  Even so, it is important to find comfort and appreciation in all facets of our Actuality.  Even those in the Dark.

“I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force–a wild pain and decay–also accompanies everything.” ― David Lynch

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