( * &. – SHARP OBJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ that day has haunted me. ’ / @rightly
“ hm. ” it’s the noise he offered in reply. the grunt seemed agreeable enough. detective cohle hadn’t been there when agent cooper first learned about laura palmer, but he had heard plenty about the case. there was something particularly morbid about murder cases in small towns. it caused an uneasy feeling to settle somewhere between the vertebrae of rustin’s spinal chord. when someone got killed in tight-knit communities like that, the first word that came to rust’s mind was COMPLIANCE. then laziness. and finally, the worst word of all, acceptance. one of that town’s children had been brutally murdered and, still, people around those parts continued to mow their lawns and eat their pancakes.
rust gazed down at his cup of coffee. “ all of humanity’s out to haunt us, man. it never stops. ” he considered a cigarette but figured no one else was smoking inside the diner. cohle wouldn’t want to ruin dale cooper’s breakfast. though he thought no one in TWIN PEAKS ought to be allowed to enjoy anything for a very long time. “ we just indulge ourselves with brief moments of self-induced amnesia . ” heavily-lidded eyes raised to meet cooper’s. there was such promise in that agent; his face irradiated with hope and wonder, two things cohle didn’t know to be possible for men in their line of duty. “ it might feel nice now, sittin’ here with a warm cup of coffee and the sun shinin’ on our faces. but they’re still there, waitin’ by our bedside. ” cohle raised his cup of coffee to his lips and mumbled; “ nothing but dead women and children . ” his drink tasted bitter.