Three momentos or "Twin Peaks" in my life

____________________Momento Uno

I was 6 years old. I was six years old. We were in this flat, tons of sunlight coming from the window. It must have been early in the morning – it was so bright.

My dad is watching TV and suddenly, my mom calls me out:

“Hija, mira, una película. ¡La chica se llama como tú, Laura! Sólo que murió.”

How come? Who did it? The mystery of Twin Peaks: Laura Palmer’s death.

The first image I remember is Laura’s face smiling and then this close-up to her eyes, the motorcycle reflected on her pupils. I am sitting next to my parents, but at some point my dad covers my eyes, all I can hear is people barking. They changed the channel, we ended up watching something else. But the story was so intriguing that my dad eventually comes back to it: only once it is already over and you can only see Laura’s portrait, smiling again. I stare at her face for a while, mesmerized. She’s so beautiful! I go straight to the mirror. I look at myself, trying to imitate her posture, her smile. And then, as I am looking at myself in the mirror, my little logic brain, puts in front of me a crooked hypothetical syllogism:

_____________________Laura died.

_____________________I am Laura.

_____________________I am going to die too.

Thanks to the art of David Lynch, I realized my mortality for the first time, at the age of 6.

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_____________________Momento Dos

Years went by, 15, 20 perhaps. I’m living close to the university. It’s late at night. We’re going to watch a film.

“Twin Peaks, ¿la conoces?”

No, but it’s all the same for me. We turn it on.

Surprisingly, it feels familiar. What the fuck? An image, that very same image: Laura Palmer’s eye, the motorcycle reflection. And later on, the barking again! I start yelling, in absolute panic and hysteria for in front of me, the scene of my childhood is displayed in full detail but this time followed by the terrifying certainty of my own death. I burst into tears, I am in total shock, I cannot utter a word.

My surprised companion stares at me as if I am nuts. I want to tell him. Oh Gosh! I need a hug, but I can barely speak. After a long while, I manage to tell him the whole memory, how I felt.

“How magnificient! To have the possession of that very moment!” His fascination: completely unsympathetic, as my trembling body gradually comes back to normal again.

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______________________Momento Tres

Years passed by, I am not in Mexico anymore; I am living in Seattle. One day I received the invitation:

“Why don’t we go to these waterfalls?”

“Sure - why not?”

As usual I make a big fuss about it: pictures, videos, grins. For I love the overwhelming power moistening my face with a gentle breeze.

Then another day, I am alone in the flat. The sun is shining – it is early in the morning, but I turn on the TV. I shuddered as I read the title Twin Peaks, the series. I started talking to myself as I usually do when I want to keep a cool head.

“I didn’t know there was a series, would this be it?”

“Sure, why not – I’m sure I’m not afraid anymore.”

As I start watching, the image of some waterfalls. Holy! Again this looks familiar.

“Wait. I know this place…” I rushed to double-check the pictures and videos on the phone. Hell no! It’s the same place! Snoqualmie Falls. Shock again, for the second time. I turned off the TV and started crying. Who’s doing this to me?!

After all the fear, the gradual process of calming myself down, I promised myself that no matter how scary it may turn out to be, “I’ll definitely watch the whole thing”. I did, it was mostly disappointing, except for some chapters that just kept that eerie feeling. I looked into it: those were the ones directed by David Lynch. “Ok, man. You got my attention. Who are you?”

That Christmas I chose as one of my presents, the MasterClass of David Lynch.

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After that class, David Lynch became another friend, another teacher, seeing eye to eye with my mantra: “For the pursuit of a real and authentic being.” Fishing ideas. Loved that concept. But also the existential parallels: “Escape from negativities.” So close to my meditation path.

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Years went by again, and today 16/01/2025, I found out you passed away. Today you made me cry one last time. Or maybe not. I still haven’t watched the third season. I would not be surprised if you do it again. Aren’t real artists not just like that, they make you shiver even when they’ve already ceased to exist?

Dear teacher, your influence will always remain in my work, in my heart, in my mind.

Until next time.

RIP