Look, it’s my hand!
I’ve gotten used to writing great paragraphs of text in this space, even though I had never intended to be so chatty when I first conceived of this blog. But now, I find that I haven’t much of anything to say today. (Or perhaps the distinction is that today I don’t feel like saying it.)
Anyway, I find myself wanting to shout:
“Father! The sleeper has awakened!”
I love David Lynch to death.