octobre 20, 2003
lynchian
if the last venue of my employment was a theme park, my new digs are a david lynch film. i was standing across the street with a smoke, huddling into the brightest puddle of light i could find. i looked to my left, and there was a dead pigeon, brown and white, uncrushed. to my right, there was an old polish man chuckling diabolically to himself. in front of me lurked a meat delivery van emblazoned with the phrase "let us steer the freshness to you." fifty yards away, a woman who came up to my elbow stood in for lynch's signature dwarf.
perhaps there's hope for this place yet. but don't quote me on that.
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