You Will Find The Road

It’s become pretty gray and misty today, making the industrial part of town I’m in at the moment seem all that more industrial. The soft light seems to pull any brightness from the paint, highlights the cracks and crumbling facades. It’s okay, it feels all right. I’ve heard the train whistle more today than I have before, perhaps carried a little further by the wet haze. It seems to be coming from another time, from some lonely place.

That long, low, heartbreaking whistle reminds me of a dream I may not have even had.

Sitting in an empty house; furnished, but with no sign of anyone around. There’s the muffled noise coming through the walls. Sometimes it’s the sound of machinery, sometimes it could be hysterical laughter that might actually in fact be screaming. But it’s the moments where you can hear nothing that feel the more disturbing, as if the thin walls decided to hold onto what was coming through instead of releasing it on.

The light coming through the dirty windows is fading, turning down to a dull and dark gray. The phone you didn’t realize was there, to the right, begins to ring shrilly. Answering it, you can feel this anticipation, almost a fear. At first there’s no response to your “hello”, just that sort of low impact, white noise hum. When the voice does come, it sets up this echo in your mind and you’re pulled into somewhere else all together.

A new room, a new part of a city, the same city you’ve dreamed about so many times before, but never realized until now was the same city…

I blame this train of thought on David Lynch’s INLAND EMPIRE. It’s as if it has imbedded surreal little David Lynch seeds in my head and now they’re sprouting. It is the most David Lynch thing I have ever seen. It’s as if David Lynch had made some sort of cloning machine, cloned himself, made a pie with his clone, vaporized said clone pie, put the David Lynch clone fumes in a balloon and breathed deep a number of times, then high on David Lynch, David Lynch made this movie.

I am nowhere near ready to review this in any serious manner, except to say that I LOVE the fact that you just keep falling through these holes in the story with what looks like a track to hang a narrative off of (a bent track to be sure), but then you realize there’s no hope for you, you’re lost and left to your own devices.


Zeptember songs of the day: It’s a two-for-Tuesday everyone! “In The Light” followed by “Carouselambra”