I watched Eraserhead for the first time the other day. I love David Lynch even though I’m usually too bewildered or disturbed or straight up nauseated by his movies to articulate how I feel about them, or revisit them, for that matter. But they stick with me. And one lingering affect is regarding banal objects with a strange unease and suspicion, like those damn radiators.
Maybe it’s cabin fever.
This is just to say that today I took a picture of my nail polish. Sure their colorful rainbow butts are sticking out, but there’s something sinister about those shadows…. Is it just me? I don’t know. What’s that low thrumming I hear all the time now? Why is there duff piled all around my radiator? I don’t know, I gotta go check on my baby…thing. (They’re still not sure it is a baby!)