#notforme

This is an interesting fellow. Not sure he’s the one for me though considering he “talks to Hades” 👀 😬 🤦‍♀️

Tracing lines of Sahara sands in the dust bowl across from my drink, where the echoes of yesterday's tomorrows shatter the silence over and over, breaching the brink.

Blistering heat sucking the vapor from my very bones, in preparation for the explanation and the dreadful hesitation and the sending home.

Left with no argument, no place to stand, and nothing against which to rebel, just accepting the fate like a guilty thief caught with hands red, speechless under the spell. Pushing for more time and hoping to change a mind, but knowing the time has already come, abandoning, reluctantly, the dreams and expectations in favor of what has been done.

Left with questions, tack-sharp and poised, but lost to the second hand and the sighs, and creeping through the stomach like a virus, realization that all those nights were behind.

Blank and distant, glass like mirror, a face watches itself unleashing the final blow. Canvas and paper baring linkage, named and evidenced in daylight, for all the world to know.

Timeless and energized, the world's greatest demon, built from the fire, damning, and all aglow.

Voiced by the truth and thereof a slayer of hearts. For whose words were unheard in the wrath and the tearing apart. In silence, does the smoke settle, long into battle's aftermath.

The world,

And everyone in it

Will always keep secrets.

People trade them like cards,

Steal them as they did your heart,

Share them like stone soup.

I have learned, that

The more you have,

The harder they are to keep.

Especially when the secrets is love, except,

Not for me.

Lost Highway – Best of Cinema

Caught David Lynch’s Lost Highway yesterday.

Technically impressive and incredibly atmospheric, but it just didn’t pull me in. There was nothing for me to really hold onto, and the constant puzzle mode pushed me away more than it made me curious.

I actually like Bill Pullman and Patricia Arquette, but their performances felt strangely distant to me here. Not bad, just hard to connect with.

Visually, there are moments that really work. The camera, the wide shots, the close-ups. Very much of its time, but also unmistakably Lynch.

The story, though, made me sigh more than once. You could probably philosophize about this film for hours, but honestly, that’s just not where I was at with it.

The soundtrack wasn’t really my thing either. And then Rammstein shows up near the end. That pretty much finished me off.

I totally get why it has cult status, but for me, it was more exhausting than fascinating.

It clearly falls into the art film category, and honestly, the film probably doesn’t need much more commentary at this point anyway. I’m likely one of the last people on earth who hadn’t seen it yet.

Random side note. Balthazar Getty has a pretty important role here, which immediately put Lord of the Flies back in my head. Now I kind of want to rewatch that one.