I’ve always found this still from the 1979 film Stalker by Andrei Tarkovsky [based on the Russian novel Roadside Picnic] to be deeply mysterious and moving. Perhaps just as with images of sand drifting through the deserted buildings of the ghost town Kolmanskop in the Namib Desert it is the topsy turvy outside-in-ness of it all?
There is nothing stranger than seeing the ground floor of a building with the floorboards removed for repair; the barren earth below where day to day life normally carries on revealed. A step back into the mud hut.
Are we so easily confused between inside and out? Might we not all be living inside a giant Truman Show Dyson shell?