istmos:

(…) All my life, I’ve been going around waiting for something. All my life, in fact, I’ve felt as if… as if I were waiting in a railway station. And I’ve always felt as if… as if the living I’ve done so far hasn’t actually been real life but a long wait for it…a long wait for something real (…)

Andrei Tarkovsky, fragment from the script of “The Sacrifice”, 1986