Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Last night I watched David Lynch's "Mulholland Drive", and after that I kept waking up from scrabbling noises. The mice have returned to the studio, just in time to pretend to be tiny people coming to get me... on the good side, in the morning I had a pretty satisfying interpretation of the film in my head. I decided the pale cowboy guy is Death, the blue box is the girl's head, the short man in the curtained room is the sub-conscious that channels reality into our dreams and hopes, the black book is a reference work that would explain the whole story (full of phone numbers, which explains why different parts of reality and vision are phoning each other up all through the film, trying to coordinate), the ragged bum is the demonic hatred that ate sanity and left nothing but the two little old people, and I have no idea who they are, but last night they were mostly mice.
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