I was sitting up in bed with these headphones on, with wet hair that I could feel dripping down my back. It was maybe 12:10am or something similar, and I had experienced this weird day that involved allot of personal haunting flashbacks and revelations about the future, ending in a copious amount of Cotes Du Rhone and talk about how ruff it is to be a solitary player in industries plagued with mediocre lowlifes self-documenting their methods-on-a-loop.
So I’m like sitting there with wet hair, closing my eyes and trying not to think about the fact that my teddy bear from when I was born just lost his nose and is getting super forlorn-looking. And these beats are washing over the top of my head and finding a hole up there and then worming their way down.
And I started swaying and all of a sudden felt my brain decide to jump off a cliff it had been standing at the edge of for about 2 years or so, and I fell SO HARD AND SOFT, SIMULTANEOUSLY.
Tore off the headphones, blew out the candle and slept like the melted teenage girl I haven’t been in so long, REJOICE!
Did I feel this movie being made when I was five? Was there a ripple in my sensory screen when Lynch was all up in Laura’s game, telling her how hopeless her immediate future was? I was curating my sundress selection in the morning before kindergarten, thinking about The Stage, when he was thinking about Soap Operas on VHS and I’m wondering if somehow we synched up, even for a second.
BLUE VELVET SLEEP.