Rewatched Mulholland Drive today. (David Lynch, 2001)

Hadn't seen it in 15+ years and it felt fresh.

A blue key unlocking a memory that is seemingly gone. It evokes the feeling of being locked out of your apartment, with only a thin door separating you from normality. An insignificant barrier, yet sufficient to keep you out. Our memories are our fibrous, neural connection to that which is.