I had the same feeling. Scrolling through it felt like watching the outtakes of a creative life. What really struck me wasn’t the expensive items, but the stran

I had the same feeling. Scrolling through it felt like watching the outtakes of a creative life. What really struck me wasn’t the expensive items, but the strangely human scale of everything. The handmade furniture, the dusty coffee makers, the fragments of ideas that never turned into stories. As someone who builds narrative systems, this felt more intimate than any documentary. You're not just seeing what Lynch created. You're seeing what he lived with, and what he quietly left behind. That’s what made me pause.