In memory of David Lynch — a grandfather I never knew, yet somehow felt I knew personally.
I only had one grandfather — on my mother’s side. We spent a lot of time together, and he played a huge role in my upbringing. I never met my paternal grandfather, and I know nothing about him.
But in some sense, I had another grandfather — David Lynch. If my real grandfather taught me human qualities, life principles, and skills, then Lynch became my mentor in art, creativity, the formation of taste, and my worldview.
Last night, there was a rather strange, unplanned walk during which I was approached.
It was claimed that I was a pretentious intellectual jerk who talks about this on every corner. It was surprising to hear that, because I simply do what interests me, interact with people rarely but meaningfully, and don’t bother anyone. But, overall, what does it matter what someone thinks when you didn’t ask for their opinion? Especially from women. 1
Why explain it? It’s already obvious to everyone!
— Thoughts in My Head
The thought of having to explain something to someone terrifies me. It’s so obvious! Everyone knows this!
It turns out, not everyone knows or, at least, remembers. This post is dedicated to an obvious thought that everyone is already aware of.
I just have to write this as a reminder to myself to stop procrastinating and start posting something. Something that I found interesting, something that I didn’t know but everyone else did, or something that only I knew and thought everyone else did, but turned out otherwise. For some, this might be a set of obvious and banal statements. Some may have already forgotten this thought and wouldn’t mind a reminder. For others, it might be a revelation of the day.