Lately I've been overwhelmed with the feeling, not triggered by anything obvious, that the David Lynch film Mulholland Drive contains important clues for me in my attempt to make sense of my present circumstances. I mean, it's a strong feeling, inexplicable yet ineradicable. There. I suppose I would have to revisit Lost Highway and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, the other parts of the trilogy I've fashioned in my mind, in order to really make progress in solving this mystery. But it's Mulholland Drive that always comes to mind first and strongest.