The long Lynchian walk home.

I am almost sure I just walked through a random scene from a David Lynch movie:

• Vague sense of melancholy as I stared at passing cars.
• Large white poodle, barking wildly behind a huge picture window.
• Forlorn, discarded goldenrod feather boa lurking in a shrubbery, a mystery never to be solved.

I mean, it wasn't from a specific film -- it simply had the feeling of the Lynchian oeuvre. You know? At least I didn't find an ear on the way, or get taken to Club Silencio by my (imaginary?) girlfriend...

Never mind. More of a fleeting thing, open to interpretation. As all Lynchian things should be.