It was a joke often shared amongst my friends. How can we make Matthew, or my dear friend Riley, cry quickly? Tell them that David Lynch is going to die one day. We’d laugh at the notion. We knew it was true, obviously. That’s part of what Lynch’s work was all about: the finiteness of life and how quickly it can all be taken away from you but, more importantly, how beautiful that it all is. Yet it just seemed…
