joetuddenham

The smell of the smoke forced Logan awake. The sun was high, though not powerful enough to cut through the hazy layer above. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes, carefully rolling onto his side, wincing in pain. He gained the strength to lift himself off the forest floor – noticing his once yellow uniform brushed in black ash. Nothing was familiar. With one arm, he yanked the large brown glove from his hand and motioned to check his watch. Nothing. Then grabbing the other glove and throwing...

On the fifteenth of January, 2025, a hero of mine died. Visionary director, David Lynch, influenced my life in ways no other public figure ever has. The first time I watched Twin Peaks, I was enamoured at a mainstream television show’s ability to astound, terrify, confuse and endear simultaneously. When I learned that Lynch had died as a result of the 2025 Los Angeles wildfires, evacuated from his home and later passing from complications related to emphysema, a large part of me couldn’t help...