Not going to lie about it. Lots of times, didn't know what the fuck was going on. Normally I'd hate such humbug and throw it to the wolves, but the second coming of
Twin Peaks is strangely alluring. I reckon, no show or movie, piece of art, literature or music, has harvested so many thoughts and senses of bewilderment before. The abstractness, the absurdity, all the little things and the grand scheme of things, it's all bone fide entertainment. A little strange watching a series where a plethora of people involved in it passed away on the verge of its release;
Brent Briscoe, Harry Dean Stanton, Robert Foster, Linda Porter, Miguel Ferrer, Peggy Lipton, David Bowie, Catherine E. Coulson. Rest in peace you all.
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