to david lynch has me bawling over my morning coffee.
“his love for me and mine for him came out of the cosmic fate of two people who saw the best things about themselves in each other.
i will miss him more than the limits of my language can tell and my heart can bear.”
what if you were a queer child living in a food scarce community run by a corrupt leader who turns your peers to religious fundamentalism and then you befriended a species-diverse group of adult friends and taught the world how to love through the power of dance … ?
