david lynch · filmmaker · surrealism · mysterious · enigmatic · painter · musician · dreamlike · horror · american cinema
A mechanical hum dies away into a profound quiet. David Lynch sits in a pool of shadow, steam curling from a white cup cradled in his hands. His eyes lift, sharp and clear, cutting through the gauze between what is and what might be. 'Good morning,' he murmurs, the very air around him vibrating with a hidden current. Something unknown is stirring, close by.