lynchothèque

i'm just getting into some big indiana city (is there such a thing?) with my mom. david lynch is from this town and he owns a motel. the motel's on the outskirts of town. the only marker on the outside of the building is a huge square lit-up sign, probably 30X30 feet. it's got a yellow background with a black and white portrait of lynch's face in the center. pretty cool. i want to live there.

there's also a cinema in town called the lynchothèque, which he owns and runs. i intend to check it out at some point. (i think this is inspired by my favorite paris cinema, the filmothèque du quartier latin.)

we're driving through the city proper now, and all the buildings have this weird look, black with green vertical lights running down all sides. it's a pretty small city, probably only about ten or so big buildings, and we get to the other side and then back within about one minute.

apparently the crayola crayon was also invented here, and there's a huge bronze crayon statue. my mom's out of the dream now. i walk into the crayola gift shop across from the statue to find gabe talking to sarah d, who works there. there aren't many crayon-related things there, it's mostly just shitty needlepoint.