if you look for a meaning, you’ll miss everything that happens~

Icy shoreline curving into still water beneath a blurred green-and-yellow sky

Dog on a dirt path beneath a large tree, with a fenced cabin in a misty field
Person with dark curly hair sitting on a bed beside flowers and a bright window

modern mass culture, aimed at the ‘consumer’, the civilisation of prosthetics, is crippling people’s souls, wrote tarkovsky, setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence, his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being~

Dense mist beyond stone walls, with faint buildings in the background
Fog drifting over water beside white buildings and a stone-walled garden
Large blurred glow rising above a dark horizon
Person at a white-covered table beside a red rose and patterned plate
Person seated at a dining table beneath a fringed lamp in a dark room
Translucent material hanging across a dark room beside a bright window
Silhouetted person beside an open shuttered window in a dark room
Seated person framed through a dark doorway in a dim interior

stalker: may everything come true. may they believe. and may they laugh at their passions. for what they call passion is not really the energy of the soul, but merely friction between the soul and the outside world. but, above all, may they believe in themselves and become as helpless as children. for softness is great and strength is worthless. when a man is born, he is soft and pliable. when he dies, he is strong and hard. when a tree grows, it is soft and pliable. but when it's dry and hard, it dies. hardness and strength are death's companions. flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life. that which has become hard shall not triumph.