One of the saddest things was Lynch's life was upended by Covid and he talked about how with his condition he had to isolate because he knew it could kill him yet the crisis of all the living world, climate change, and trying to escape it ended up killing him. Though no one with any platform will say this because of the conspiracy rage that has taken over social media also propped up by bots and moved along by the algorithms.
Your life may have ended but all who loved your work will never be the same and that is the beauty and tragedy of it all. Forever altered yet at times psychologically halted and haunted by the knowledge that one day this impermanence will catch up to us also. In your work there is a line asking in fear what if love is not enough, yet we are here and love exists somewhere along with the sadness, beginnings, and endings we will all leave behind one day. Even when it seems hopeless and forever out of bounds, one day in some form, in some place love returns even in the greatest depths of the vortex. I’m sure there was so much sadness but I hope love was enough or that one day it will be. R.I.P