Entry no.: 1276
15 Dec 2011, 9:55 AM
Get ready, we're leaving at midnight, controls are set to years and years ago. We'll fire up the neons in the dark to lure regrets closer and hunt the brightest, most beautiful ones with iron harpoons. Drag them ashore back to the present and kill them with knives. We'll sell their skins to the best listener.
Entry no.: 1275
4 Dec 2011, 2:32 PM
I am fascinated by those lonely men taking care, without any help from anyone else, of the remote places where this world ends and the other world begins. Half guardians, half stalkers, priest-thieves of the Zone1 where strange happenings occur, they'll watch but won't tell when you pass by that you're a mere mortal in the land of inexplicable.
1 I'm talking about Strugatsky brothers' Roadside Picnic and Tarkovsky's Stalker.