Pissgoatopia.

Today I didn't do much at all, but I did buy a golden 'Nashi' pear while at the supermarket. Pyrus pyrifolia.
It's a beautiful little thing. Very large, larger than I expected or ever remembered them being. I used to stock them at my very first job.
Holding it in my hands it felt like something precious and deserving of care. I've been sentimental lately. Too many big thoughts in my head.

Later, I watched the David Lynch film "Wild at Heart". Spoilers ahead.
It stars Laura Dern as the restless daughter of a rich southern matriarch, and Nick Cage as her youthful rebel boyfriend, dressed in a snakeskin jacket that he's quick to explain represents his "individuality" and his "belief in personal freedom".
Most of the film feels like that jacket to me, symbols and motifs that just jump right out at you. Every time a match is lit it's shown in closeup - referencing how the Dern's dad burned alive. Cage is constantly talking like Elvis, a rebel from an age past. (Cage's character is named Sailor, y'know, a free man on the open sea.)
There's constant references to The Wizard of Oz. Dern's character clacks her heels wishing to be elsewhere after her wirlwind trip across half the states. Her mother's a wicked witch, spying on Cage with a crystal ball and sending out her assassin-lovers - flying monkeys - to kill him. Cage and Dern make constant verbal reference to Kansas and the Emerald City.
However, Lynch doesn't seem content with letting these symbols just play out how they're meant to. Dern's wishes to leave Oz aren't granted. Her father's death wasn't what caused her mothers paranoia, her mother was the culprit. When the kids get to New Orleans, it's not a bustling town of sin and debauchery, it's mostly older folks who're at the end of the life they wanted to live.
Most of the sin's actually found in a tiny small town called "Big Tuna" where everything fucking sucks and Dern goes from sexy to Pregnant. There, Cage meets with his neerdowell friends who convince him to do "one last big job" to support his new family.
Lynch doesn't let this happen. Instead, the heist is closer to a single psycho with a gun murdering two innocent people. (Hell, they're so innocent he gives them a slapstick routine right after, so we know they're alright.)
Right at the end, when Cage has paid his dues in prison, and Dern's raised her son far away from her mother, he up and leaves thinking something's not right. Not wanting to leave us without a happy ending, Lynch hoists Laura Palmer dressed as the Good Witch of Oz down to tell Cage that, in reality, there's nothing wrong with wanting a normal life.
Being "Wild at Heart" can mean many things, like chasing your dreams even when you don't think you deserve them.

This isn't the best review, but it's midnight and I wanted to write. The pear's going into a sweet chinese soup, so I can test the recipe before feeding it to friends.
Wild at Heart is mostly a story about bad people learning that they can be good - this is basically what my mum said it was about. She also said I was thinking way too hard.
David Lynch adds to it by implying that Cage's character merely sees himself as a bad person, and Dern's character is trapped by circumstance outside her control.

Maybe I should think less about Gold Pears.