Tomorrow is Kafka day and you haven't prepared properly. A messenger will arrive shortly because of this. You MUST shut the door before he arrives. Of course, shutting the door is the one thing you are unable to do.
Here come the subterranean creatures, seeking light with which to split water molecules and store energy by creating a proton gradient across their thylakoid membranes!
David Lynch knew that we find a hidden, ominous frequency right beneath our desperately constructed, shiny and overly familiar suburban facade. Is it the violence of the system or something more fundamental about our absorption in a mere shadow of reality?
