Ocean of consciousness

On the passing of David Lynch

Yesterday, as my friend Heather Kravas and I were driving our Prius Cs in opposite directions toward our shared destination, an exalted little coffee shop called Volunteer Park Cafe where we like to meet, we both learned of David Lynch’s death. Heather heard it from a friend and I got the news on NPR. Preceded by a snippet of Angelo Badalamenti’s unmist…