this is by far the most precious and beautiful moment in TV history. also seriously disturbing and frightening, but what a pleasure to watch.
because cinema moves so much money, it is the most corrupted of arts (it is on the verge of extinction). people like Lynch are slowly disappearing. may this series be a beacon of salvation. lets not allow the dream and the power of imagination to fade away. lets not allow our balls to shrink in front of computer screens, comfort and impatience. starry skies, old dusty taverns, writing notes to strangers, love, pain, bathing in the sea at night and diving into those who open up their heads and hearts to us. the miracle of being alive.
the most profound thank you, mr Lynch.
