David Lynch, who died Thursday, combined Eisenhower-era innocence & experimental cinema to forge a disturbing, darkly hilarious look at American life ...
Why do the birds continue to scream into the void, their voices broken and fragmented, dancing through the air like desperate whispers? Why do the stars flicker, cold, distant—alive above us? Don't ...
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