You know the one thing that's truly frightening for me about Twin Peaks? The fact that the demons and spirits are also suffering and confused, even the good ones. That little dwarf doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, does he?
It's a profoundly Buddhist view.
Maybe I shouldn't be watching this while I write Hyperobjects. For my sanity's sake. But there's almost a logic to that. I've already talked about it a bit in the book and mean to do so a little more. It's the deep noir. And that viscous coffee.