This is especially striking to me after I got to attend Wim Wender's Q&A at his India tour, where he spoke of David briefly, in regards with the latter's restoration of Inland Empire. Later, talking at length about his own philosophy of filmmaking, Wim explained how no one's life has a beginning, middle, and end in the way traditional (American) storytelling does.
So, then, is it so hard to let go, and surrender yourself to the vivid, hallucinatory and deeply hypnotic imagery of Lynch's most well-received Hollywood noir?