a corrupted file fails to load the necessary protocol for execution. stuck in boot loop. would you like to? would you like to? somewhere a laugh, derisive and hollow. which way? that way isn’t it, but the other way is dark. if only the circuit could be shorted. something is missing. blood red light flashes DANGER DANGER.
the Palestinians are dying. an American airman burns faster than the urgent message on the back of your retinas. what’s all this for? the trees are dying.
hooting in the night. crawling up the spine is a reminder of what’s been left unsaid. will it ever emerge? my dreams only remind me of what i’ve given up on. get out of the way or you will be destroyed.
some things I’m thinking about:
The inherent natural state of the skateboarder is the state of constant failure: Learning to exist on a board means failing to accomplish your goal over and over again. Every failure is accompanied by pain, having to pick oneself up, dragging the pain into the inevitable next try. It’s an extremely inconvenient affair.
There is no easy way of becoming a skateboarder. If you can skate, you really wanted to. If you cared for its cultural clout in the first place, the process of skateboarding converted you to a believer in its essence.
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Something that’s been a constant throught Lynch’s life is that he’s like catnip to women. “There’s no malice in Dad and he doesn’t do these things out of selfishness—that’s not it at all,” said Jennifer Lynch. “It’s just that he’s always been in love with secrets and mischief and sexuality, and he’s naughty and he genuinely loves love. And when he loves you, you are the most loved, and he’s happy and giddy and he has ideas and gets creative and the whole thing is insanely romantic.”
Room to Dream, David Lynch & Kristine McKenna
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