"A little boy went out to play. As he passed the doorway, he caused a reflection. Evil was born. Evil was born and followed the boy. An old tale... And a variation: A little girl went out to play. Lost in the marketplace. Not through the marketplace, you see that, don't you? But through the alley behind the marketplace. That is the way to the palace. But it isn't something you remember... Forgetfulness. It happens to us all..."
INLAND EMPIRE
Querido Lynch:
Durante la primera hora de tu fime viví lleno de interrogantes; durante la segunda, me dolió la cabeza; durante la tercera, comenzó a gustarme tu historia.
Querida Laura Dern: Me hiciste sufrir como no tienes idea.
