31.01.19

“Haven’t you seen them, they’re eyes are empty.” (His wife gives him a pill, then, holding his head, gives some water from a glass. Then she strokes him and washes his face. He is crying, closes his eyes.)

сталкер

30.01.19

“They do not believe in anything. That their ... organ with which they believe has atrophied!”

сталкер

29.01.19
“Besides I fully understand that all these poetry readings and going in circles is nothing else but a certain form of apology. I understand you. Difficult childhood, social environment... But don’t you get fascinated?”

сталкер

28.01.19

“Did you see anybody, who would have been made happy here? Ah? Maybe Porcupine? And actually, who told you about the Zone, about Porcupine, about this Room?”

сталкер

27.01.19

“Oh what can you understand, you funny man! And you are not the only stalker in the world! And not a stalker everyone knows. And the number of unmotivated crimes is rising! And military coups and mafia in the governments – are they not your clients? And lasers, and all these supreme bacteria, all that repulsive filth!”

сталкер

26.01.19

“There’s nothing else left for the people in the world, is there! It’s the only ... only place where one can come if there’s no more hope left. You came here, didn’t you! Why are you destroying the faith?!”

сталкер

25.01.19

“Oh, stop it, stop it! A single person cannot possess such hatred or, let’s say, such a love ... that could be passed over the entire mankind! One thing is money, woman, or revenge that your boss would be hit by a car. It’s a trifle. But to rule the world! The right society! Kingdom of Heaven on the Earth! It’s actually not a wish, but an ideology, measures, conceptions. Unconscious compassion is not yet...”

сталкер

24.01.19

“ Goodness! You are not even Herostratus. You... Simply all your life you wanted to harm me. Because twenty years ago I slept with your life, and now you are captivated, that finally you succeeded in settling a score with me. All right, go, perform your ... vileness. Don’t you dare hang up the phone! Prison is not the worst that is waiting for you.”

сталкер

23.01.19

“So we are supposed to plod somewhere to go round! While here everything’s in front of one’s nose. Here it’s risky, and there it’s risky. What a hell!”

сталкер

22.01.19

“Now the summer is gone,
As if it hasn’t been here.
In the sun it’s warm.
But it is not enough.

Everything what could come true
Like a five-fingered leaf
Fell straight into my palm,
But it is not enough.

Neither evil, nor good
Was lost in vain,
Everything burned in light,
But it is not enough.

Life kept me under its wing,
Took care of me and saved me,
I was lucky indeed.
But it is not enough.

The leaves were not burnt,
The branches were not broken...
The day is clean like glass,
But it is not enough."

- Tarkovsky

сталкер

21.01.19

“So they decided finally ... that that meteorite ... is not really a meteorite. To begin with, they put up a fence with barbed wire, so the curious ones wouldn’t take risks. Then people started to talk, that somewhere in the Zone there is a place, where one’s wishes come true. And of course ... the Zone came to be guarded as the pupil of the eye. Who knows what wishes one can get?”

- сталкер

20.01.19

“When a man is born, he is weak and supple, when he dies – he is strong and callous. When a tree grows, it is tender and gentle, and when it is dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are companions of the death, suppleness and weakness express the freshness of living. That is why what has hardened, will not win... The “dry tunnel” will be soon, there it will be easier.”

- сталкер

19.01.19

“Here you have ... one more experiment. Experiments, facts, truth is the highest instance. But facts do not exist at all, especially here – in a long time. Here everything is fabricated by somebody. Everything’s somebody’s stupid fib. Don’t you feel that?.. And you, certainly, desperately want to know whose. But why? Is your knowledge worth anything? Who is going to get pangs of conscience? Me? I do not have conscience. I have only nerves. Some scoundrel scolds me – a wound. Another scoundrel praises me – one more wound. You put your soul in it, you put your heart in it – they will devour both the soul and the heart. You extract the baseness out of the soul – they devour the baseness. All to the last of them are literate; every one of them has a sensory hunger. And all of them flock around: journalists, editors, critics, some uninterruptible women. And everyone demands: “Give! Give!..” What, hell with it, am I for a writer, if I hate to write? If for me it is a torture, an illness-like, shameful occupation, something like hemorrhoids. And I did think earlier that somebody becomes better because of my books. But nobody needs me! I will croak, and in two days they will forget me and begin devouring somebody else. For I wanted to remake them, but I myself was remade! In their own image. Earlier the future was only a continuation of the present, and all the changes loomed somewhere behind the horizons. And now the future became one with the present. Are they ready for that? They do not wish to know anything! They only devour!

- сталкер

18.01.19

“The safe places become impassable and the way one moment is simple and easy, the other – turns to be insuperably complicated. This is the Zone. It may even seem that it is capricious, but in every moment it is such as we made it ourselves ... with our inner state. I will not hide, it has happened, that people were forced to return empty-handed from the halfway. There were also such who ... perished on the very doorstep of the Room. Nevertheless, everything what happens here, depend not on the Zone, but on us!”

- сталкер

17.01.19

“The Zone – it’s ... a very complicated system ... of traps, let’s call it, and all of them are deadly. I do not know what happens here, when humans are away, but if only people appear here, everything starts moving. Previous traps disappear, the new ones emerge.”

- сталкер

16.01.19

“I’m a writer, so naturally, everyone calls me Writer for some reason.

- And what do you write about?

- About the readers.

Obviously there’s nothing else one should write about.”

- The Stalker

15.01.19
“How would I know the right word for what I want? How would I know that I actually don’t want what I want? Or that I actually don’t want what I don’t want? They are elusive things: the moment we name them their meaning disappears, melts, dissolves like a jellyfish in the sun.”

- Stalker

14.01.19

“All this gave rise to rumors there is a place somewhere in the Zone, where one's wishes come true.”

- Stalker

that there's a place in the Zone...
where wishes come true.

Read more: https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=stalker

13.01.19

“This is the most important point in your life.”

- Stalker

12.01.19

“Me, no, I don’t want to.”

- Stalker

11.01.19

“There can not be happiness at someone else’s expense.”

-Stalker

10.01.19

“We are now... on the threshold...”

- Stalker

09.01.19

“But don’t have any illusions, I’m not going to forgive you.”

- Stalker

08.01.19

“God’s kingdom on earth!”

- Stalker

07.01.19

“You dream of one thing. But you get quite another.”

- Stalker

06.01.19

“An appliance exploring human souls. Soulmeter!” 

- Stalker

05.01.19

Into the zona.

04.01.19

The orthogonal is typically preferred.

03.01.19

Taking off from Benito Juarez we were fortunate enough to be a target of a green laser launch. Enterprising techno-gauchos aimed a flashing light at the plane. We were informed that pilots wear special goggles to ensure safe take-off and landing in the vicinity. 

02.01.19

Janus looking left and right, forward and back so get on with it.

01.01.19

Happy New Year in refraction mode.