He's a stalker. He's an eternal prisoner

Oh God, what people!


Haven't you seen them?


They've got empty eyes.


The only thing they can think about is how to sell themselves not too cheap!


How to get as much as possible for their every emotional movement!


They know, they were "born for a purpose", "called upon"!


After all, they live "only once"!


Can people like that believe in anything?


And nobody believes...
Nobody!


Who am I going to take there?


Oh God!


And what's most awful is that no one needs it.


No one needs that room.


And all my efforts are just in vain.


Stalker - A. Tarkovsky