Tarkovskiy’s Stalker 1979 September 20, 2015 / Sarah / 0 Comments A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he’s worth something. And if I know for sure that I’m a genius? Why write then? What the hell for? – Writer Uncategorized Previous post Dear White People Next post The First Day of Fall Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published.Comment Name Email Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.