David Lynch told me life is a coiled rope (LA Times)
David Lynch’s instantly recognizable, pinched-nose Midwestern drawl crackles through my phone’s speakers on an October afternoon: “You’re walking down a path after the sun is set,” he begins matter-of-factly, with the wholesome, folksy affect that also has him dropping phrases like “fantaaastic” and “I gotcha” during our interview.
“It’s dim light, and you see a coiled rope in the path,” he continues. “You run away and start screaming. It’s always been a coiled rope, but you see a snake.” He pauses for a beat, then remarks: “That’s kind of the thing to think about.”