The Return
100
“Is it future? Or is it…past?”
Such a phrase is irrelevant. A mystery to an enigma. A dream of a nightmare. David Lynch solves one riddle by manufacturing another. Timelines and dreamscapes and alternate universes are merely the tree line for circular, unceasing trauma; darkness of an empathetic vacancy conjured by universal Evil forces. History is forged by people, and Lynch provides evolution for their rottenness in the form of typical life: houses, families, community. But the seed was already planted, and it was always bad. Never good, always molten, wrathful against the goodness birthed for reconciliation. It infected bodies and yards and celling fans and staircases, school hallways and police stations and traffic lights and waterfalls.…