This is the period of the incubation. If we close our eyes, something may come. Remember that scene in Stalker, where they sit outside the Room. They just sit there. In the puddles. Waiting for what?
We should just wait. Wait until the sense of what we’re waiting for is worn away. Until waiting just becomes intransitive. Down here, in the bowels of the earth …
Can’t we just sink down, among the humus? Can’t we just lie down in the mud?
There is no mud. Just the bricks of the tunnel.
Couldn’t we just die? Couldn’t we just die down here? Couldn’t our lives just drain out? Like when you let blood run out of a vein.
Haven’t we lived too long? Isn’t it worth just getting it over with? Letting it all be done. Letting the logic run its course.
Work in Progress 