Linda is sexually obsessed with airplanes and orients her life toward finding and 'marrying' her soulmate a la deadly plane crash.
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• Opening with "Call me Linda" is obvious invocation. Haven't read Moby Dick, but I imagine Ishmael's obsession with Dick rivals Linda's obsession with plane.
• Slow (boring?) middle but third act crash out goes hard.
• Is Linda mentally ill or just erotically adventurous? I was rooting for her in the end. Get your freak on girlie!!
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But no man could do for me what a plane could. What man could propel himself to a speed of 150 knots before lifting us to an altitude of 37,000 feet? What man could carry me across continents and seas, all while keeping me warm and oxygenated inside his aluminum torso? No man I’d ever chanced to meet!

I knew they'd be horrified and shun me. I'd tiptoed through life, keeping myself under tight restraint, afraid that an excess of feeling would cause me to reveal too much, ushering in my social demise. Though my isolation sometimes weighed on me, I reasoned that my bond with planes more than compensated for my disconnection from people.

Interlocking stories of internet-addled millennials groping for validation and connection.
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• I fear I've met every character irl. I fear I've been in this catty groupchat.
• Internet changelings. The world wide web is making rejects of us all.
• Squirm status: CRITICAL. Not for the faint of heart, AKA anyone unable to read pages upon pages of explicit (and fuuuunnnnny) ahegao erotica.
• We can all agree optimization bros are the ultimate psychos.
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Love is not an accomplishment, yet to lack it still somehow feels like failure.

I guess we feel responsible to the image of ourselves we've installed in other people's heads. but real accountability requires a community. Online you can meet people, hang out, hook up, meet your soulmate, but it's not a community. In a real community bonds are hard to dissolve and antagonisms must be sustained, there's continuity, and unavoidable neighbors. The internet is millions of solitudes blinking in and out of existence, each dreaming the others, where "consensus reality" is less an agreed-upon reality than a reality made of agreement.

A look at Lynch's creative proccess and how (proprietary) meditation is core to his artistry.
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• Aphorisms abound
• I simply do not believe TM is the only way...
• I think I wanted something from this book that it never actually promised.
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Stay true to yourself. Let your voice ring out, and don't let anybody fiddle with it. Never turn down a good idea, but never take a bad idea. And meditate.

Life is filled with abstractions, and the only way we make heads or tails of it is through intuition. Intuition is seeing the solution—seeing it, knowing it. It’s emotion and intellect going together.