Alexandr Korol

will just go to maintain everything – the farm, construction, employees, and so on. And once I finish all this materially, you see, the material process is also coming to completion, that’s it, I will stop writing books, I won’t contact anyone at all. I need to publish the third volume, give instructions to all employees on what to do. Because after that, no one will be able to contact me. And that’s it. I will just go for walks around the world. And I saw how I walk and wander. And I just need to do this. Everything at this stage... So let’s say, I am deliberately allowing myself some human things, knowing that until I publish the third book, I can still do some material things. Theoretically, I allow myself very little of such things, but theoretically, I can still meet a friend and go to a café. And I understand that it’s as if time is ending, as if there is already a countdown. And this countdown is specifically related to the book. So, once I finish the book, something will happen. And it turns out that I will have various stores, production of goods, and different small businesses opened. And they will only be for the purpose of having money go towards construction, maintaining animals on the farm, electricity, internet, and all that. One electricity bill alone costs from 100 thousand. And for the maintenance of animals. And I will not have money. And I don’t need it. The main thing is that housing is paid for. And that’s it. I will always find a blade of grass. Something like that. It’s as if I am going towards something like this, and it should be organic, not by the mind, not artificially, but naturally. And over time, I am increasingly repelled by food, I eat less and less, I can eat less and less. I can no longer allow myself to engage in material rhythms, meaning I can no longer see people for long or often, as before. And this transformation is happening. So essentially, it should be that I just don’t have a phone. I no longer know anything anywhere.
If the third and fourth books are done and there will be no more books, then that’s it. No more books. And I have nothing to discuss with people. I don’t want to answer questions about how to buy an apartment or build relationships. How much more can it be? Everything about the high and deep is in my volumes of “Alternative History.” That’s the direction it’s going. I don’t know how it will be materially expressed or formed specifically. Maybe it will be that employees will sell all my things from all my premises. They will manage the businesses I am setting up now. My various goods, collections, and all will just be sold. A person will have to sell all this as a part of me. And that’s it. I will no longer think about work, payments, or control over how things are built. I won’t worry