Late nights of tea, delicately crafted sandwiches and old russian movies that grasp at life concepts, those are nights of which I keep the memory cherished. Nobody can touch them. Nobody can desecrate them. Those are nights of hope, art, and a steadfast present. A present which can’t be deteriorated by the past and future. Those are nights that define who I am when I don’t know what’s what around me, when I don’t know what’s going to happen. When I don’t know what I am. Those are nights that strengthen my mind and soul when I do know those things.
Stalker - Andrei Tarkovsky
So I got assimilated by another community yesterday.
