Impossible to find the words. David Lynch was a fundamental force of the universe, a towering iconoclast who bent the entire artform purely with the power of his subconscious. I canât even process reality without him. Without Lynch thereâs no Twin Peaks, no X-files, obviously no Gravity Falls. (My Bill Cipher voice was just a crummy Lynch impression.) But heâs so much more than that. He wrote little books about Buddhism and did morning weather reports and abducted random abandoned woody woodpecker dolls on the side of the road, calling them his âfriendsâ and then ditching them later because they had âdark energy.â When asked to explain his art he calmly replied âno.â Trickster weirdo genius legend. Pour out a mug of black coffee for the king. There will never be another one like him. Miss you already, David