Twin Peaks devotees, you'll want to Oedipus yourself before reading this. No, leave your mom alone -- I mean you won't want eyes for what I'm about to write.
I just watched the pilot, E2, parts of E3,7,8, S2E1, parts of 7 and 9, and then 22. Somewhere in there I started Fire Walk With Me.
What could possess a man to pursue this path of chaos and treachery? Two friends, one LLM, and a mild identity crisis.
Twin Peaks has been on my list for decades. Maybe it was Lynch's passing, or some offhand comments lately, coupled with my recent successes with a few other series, that launched me in. It was so appetizing to cross it off my list, and I got the sense I could skip around, eschewing subplots and tonal meditations for the sake of the crucial scenes alone. ChatGPT was far better counsel on this than I expected. I mean I have no way to confirm, but its advice sounded really measured.
The identity crisis is YOLOing myself into everything I want to watch vs. YOLOing myself into deliberate living, surgically sucking all of the marrow out of life. I gave the latter many years' glorious reign, if not wholly successfully, while GoT introduced me to the former. My path with Twin Peaks is the middle path, perhaps not a YOLO path at all -- a many-lives path, we'll call it.
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