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After he leaves Daniel, Cooper leaves the hilltop.
And pauses, when it turns out he's not going anywhere.
(By this time, he's back in his black suit, and a nice, comfortable pair of shoes. There's a badge at his belt. He knows. What he doesn't know is if it's his FBI badge, or the badge he held for less than a week: that of an employee of the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department.
What he knows: he's a lawman.
So that's all right.)
He stands with his hands in his pockets, looking ahead.
"All right," he says to himself. "I can go wherever whim takes me. This leaves the problem of discerning a specific whim." A pause. "An experiment is in order."
In Pittsburgh, when he first joined the Bureau, he lived in a tiny apartment above a Chinese bakery. The proprietors were in the habit of leaving doughnuts outside his door every morning; the smell of doughnuts started his day.
Cooper closes his eyes, and thinks of Pittsburgh.
***
And emerges, some minutes later, doughnuts in hand. And one in mouth.
Where Cooper has emerged to: Main Street USA.
Disney World.
He tilts his head...and starts walking.
Dreams, he is coming to find, are deeply interesting places.
***
There's a press conference with Richard Nixon.
***
There's a nice long talk with a very old man with enormous wings; they arrive at an understanding.
***
There's a half-doze in a hammock slung between two oak trees. He's aware that off in the distance two children are playing, but he doesn't know who they are.
They seem happy, though.
***
For a minute there's almost a sunlit morning with Caroline, but at the last minute he closes his eyes and winds up standing on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.
No seagulls.
***
There's an island in Thailand, where he sits on the beach with coconut milk and a curly straw and reads Kirkegaard.
***
There's a performance at the Sydney Opera House. He sits next to a beautiful woman with long brown hair, and between acts they discuss Wagner and leitmotifs in film scores.
She knows far more than he does.
That's all right.
***
And there's a sermon by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Cooper leaves the building smiling and goes to the world's largest ice cream parlor with Mr. Emerson for another conversation.
***
The day is young.
Inasmuch as there is one.
The freedom here...well.
Certainly he feels more at home here than he has anywhere but Twin Peaks.
And pauses, when it turns out he's not going anywhere.
(By this time, he's back in his black suit, and a nice, comfortable pair of shoes. There's a badge at his belt. He knows. What he doesn't know is if it's his FBI badge, or the badge he held for less than a week: that of an employee of the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department.
What he knows: he's a lawman.
So that's all right.)
He stands with his hands in his pockets, looking ahead.
"All right," he says to himself. "I can go wherever whim takes me. This leaves the problem of discerning a specific whim." A pause. "An experiment is in order."
In Pittsburgh, when he first joined the Bureau, he lived in a tiny apartment above a Chinese bakery. The proprietors were in the habit of leaving doughnuts outside his door every morning; the smell of doughnuts started his day.
Cooper closes his eyes, and thinks of Pittsburgh.
***
And emerges, some minutes later, doughnuts in hand. And one in mouth.
Where Cooper has emerged to: Main Street USA.
Disney World.
He tilts his head...and starts walking.
Dreams, he is coming to find, are deeply interesting places.
***
There's a press conference with Richard Nixon.
***
There's a nice long talk with a very old man with enormous wings; they arrive at an understanding.
***
There's a half-doze in a hammock slung between two oak trees. He's aware that off in the distance two children are playing, but he doesn't know who they are.
They seem happy, though.
***
For a minute there's almost a sunlit morning with Caroline, but at the last minute he closes his eyes and winds up standing on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.
No seagulls.
***
There's an island in Thailand, where he sits on the beach with coconut milk and a curly straw and reads Kirkegaard.
***
There's a performance at the Sydney Opera House. He sits next to a beautiful woman with long brown hair, and between acts they discuss Wagner and leitmotifs in film scores.
She knows far more than he does.
That's all right.
***
And there's a sermon by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Cooper leaves the building smiling and goes to the world's largest ice cream parlor with Mr. Emerson for another conversation.
***
The day is young.
Inasmuch as there is one.
The freedom here...well.
Certainly he feels more at home here than he has anywhere but Twin Peaks.