In his film Stalker, Andrei Tarkovsky transforms the mysterious zones from Arkady and Boris Strugatzky’s book Roadside Picnic into a spiritual personal experience for the visitor.
I like that concept of a place that is off the map where we can go and dream or contemplate.
Fortunately, it is possible in Indiana’s slightly boring landscape to just step off the path and end up in one’s own little zone.
Granted, there will be no alien artifacts to collect, and no wishes fulfilled. But that was never the true purpose of Tarkovsky’s zone. Instead, a zone allows undisturbed introspection.
Sadly, these undisturbed space become harder to find, and maybe we have to move the zones into a virtual space. When the space limit on this blog runs out, I might call my next blog The Zone.
The Inner Frame 