Throwing..

[nostalgist]

metal nuts?

I have.

It is not a solitary occupation being a stalker, the symbiosis between you and the travelers is paramount and without them you cease to exist.

I have been living my life by metaphorically throwing nuts of late, and leading people deeper and deeper into the zone. you only see the path by looking backwards, obvious, I know. But the obvious turns you around in here.

not sure where I am going with this, but then I guess that is point, projecting a fiction onto a 'reality' blurs the edges of both.

how many of you are actually living in here with me?

15 steps forward.

[The Ferret]

In 'STALKER' there in *NOT* a fiction in the way COMMON people tend to think about it. It's not necessarely a *FICTION* in the strict meaning of the term.
It's not even a movie, but maybe a disguided DOCUMENTARY of a 'journey'. A mental 'journey', rather than physical.

I prefer to see it like a FILMED PHYLOSOPHY everyone could embrace if the sad and killing boundaries of reality are erased.

ALL we can SEE (= apparent vision) is a man acting like an "invased", leading two men throughout an unusual 'wasteland'; an abandoned "zone" with no control whatsover.
It could happen.
It could happen all the time.
There are millions of abandoned zones in the world. You are *FREE* to believe them as being what YOU WANT. And you are *FREE* to make yourself (and everyone) to believe the zones are truly what YOU WANT them to be. You manipulate your perception, constantly. You manipulate people, constantly, for greater purposes - some good, some evil, all necessary.

I actually believe. Literally.
And make myself believe.
And make them believe if I want.
What I WANT.
For a good purpose. Maybe. Or because
I need it, I need it desperately.

Is it a crime?

'Everywhere is a prison', so we're criminals at the birth. So does it really matter when there is no longer a difference?

I can't believe my life has no greater sense than what I was given to believe.

So I believe. Literally.

I'm a Stalker.

[nostalgist]

please don't get hung up on the semantics of language I use, I am not an intellectual.

My reality is vague, has been for years. 'stalker film' IS a fiction, a fiction of 'stalker conciousness' which is the place at the heart of it for me, a real place I have been living in since I was a child. I am sure I'm not the only one here that felt a connection to that place on watching the film for the first time. like a homecoming.

I feel like I am slowly returning to that place, and that is what I meant. I simply wondered who else felt the same?