The music of Stalker is stuck in my head.
I can almost hear it outside my body.
It is a soft, acidy, meditative single note.
I think the zone is here:
In my room.
Through it,
Yesterday and today have merged seamlessly.
Through it,
The grass has gained a little tint.
The fog after yesterday’s rain,
And my adventure in the long grass,
Was it the Zone that trapped me?
I am convinced. I can’t tell which is which.
It is my part now.
It will remain for a long time, even as the sun goes down.
The zone is here.
It is as if my desire came true.
Walking in the fog,
And tomorrow would shift to today.
As the zone would move.