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Wild at heart and weird on top
It simply cannot be. Please tell me this is one of those hoaxes. Or a misunderstanding. If I believe what the interwebs are telling me, Mr. David Lynch has left us today.
Your favorite director. My favorite director. The beauty of his words and unique vision took us on a cinematic detour, a welcome departure from typical Hollywood fare.
I suppose we should give ourselves a moment to digest the actuality of the news. He did say on social media last year that he had emphysema and would only be able to direct remotely. I guess I didn’t know what emphysema was, or that it’s a death sentence.
The news came in the form of a Facebook post from his family, stating:
There’s a big hole in the world now that he’s no longer with us. But, as he would say, ‘Keep your eye on the donut and not on the hole.’
Reading Lynch’s book, Catching the Big Fish, was like reading a manual provided to his fans, or to any young person who believed that he—yes, he as well—could one day make films and shows that would inspire millions.
Let’s take a look back at his career.
