It Is Happening Again

All of his work is informed by something that happened to David Lynch when he was a little boy growing up in a perfect sunny little Pacific Northwest neighborhood. One afternoon he was out in the street playing with his brother, and around the corner came stumbling a naked, bloodied woman. She sat down on the curb, and cried. And Lynch, he cried too.

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