Transcript of the voice over in the video.
I dreamt about a place on earth where the climate was so inhospitable that it was impossible to live there. Far away, behind Russia, at the end of the world. There were some old research stations there, and provisorical ports. They were from the time when mankind had been curious about this part of the world, wanted to explore and conquer. But then the novelty of the place had grown old and the urge to discover had gone to sleep. The abandoned houses lay like pyramids in the desert. They weren’t grandiose or anything. The y more looked like old cottages with very thick walls. Cast in solid concrete they were still bombastic towards the horizon in the total lack of trees or mountains. What you’d normally call nature seemed strange and turned inside out. The landscape was flat like a scratched floor. The ground was glistening grey deserts of dust, the kind of dust that is gathered in living rooms behind old furniture that are rarely moved. Greasy with the smell of old food it is hard to clean off the surface. An icy cold wind was blowing as if the weather would soon improve and it would get easier to breathe the stale air. Strange that it could smell so much like a sewer even though everything was frozen.
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Still I was fascinated by the landscape, like in a mine where you feel the presence of diamonds even though everything is filthy and your mouth tastes of blood. I saw a map over the area and I knew I had to move there. That was my only option and then I would see if you could get even further. Some parts of the map were big black spaces that hadn’t yet been explored. But the parts that were described were minute in detail. Because of the landscape’s lack of variation every small detail had been carefully described. When I woke up I was absolutely positive that the places existed. I looked for a long time at the globe and in my atlas. I spun the globe several turns and flipped the pages faster and faster back and forth between different continents in my atlas. But the place must be between two pages or have slipped into the binding. They can’t have gotten it all in there. I know that I learnt about these places when I was in middle school. My teacher had been tapping on the smoke smelling canvas of the world map that was full of holes on the sites that are well known and often defined. I can’t let go of the thought that the other places also exist. |
