Stalker ★★★★★

what is there to say?

hope. emptiness. the whole thing a dreamy trance, a prognostication. another of those great soviet artworks about an exercise in futility exerted for the sake of a dream, for the sake of something better that may never come, that may never exist. that may never be able to exist.

love? obsession? the stalker lives for life. he lives to lead people to something he can never experience. he lives to lead people to something they can never experience. is it hopeless? is there something more? is there something there? is there something here?

Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.

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