David Lynch: Dark Laughter in the Red Room

David Lynch doesn’t hold your hand; he hands you coffee and lets you trip over your own certainty. His movies don’t “make sense”—your weekdays do. Lynch opens a seam and asks: what if the dream is the real room?

Meaning isn’t a quiz; it’s the echo after the door slams.

Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Lost Highway, Mulholland Drive, and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me aren’t puzzles to solve—they’re rooms to breathe in.