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[Alexandr Korol]

and then return to my own. And that’s the observer’s position. Later in my books, I also call it the eighth angle. I call it the eighth day, the eighth angle, the eighth lamp. It’s that other, simpler world. It’s like we all know there’s a planet Earth and we’re all living on this little sphere — but in reality, it’s not exactly like that. There are invisible frequencies, and we may think we all live in one world and that we’re all the same, but in truth we’re all very different, and we may never even intersect. Those who live in the world of the “lost,” for example, they think everyone is like them — they don’t even know any other examples. And the people who are defined, they think everyone is like them. They think their defined world is the whole world, everywhere. It’s like different metro lines: someone has spent their whole life traveling along the red metro line and thinks everyone else travels on it too, but they don’t realize that it’s only the red-line group that moves that way. And then there are people from the blue group, and they’ve never seen the red group — or maybe they’ve seen them, but never intersect. These are invisible worlds, but they exist. I could peek into the world of people where they perceived me as one of their own, as a person, and then I could simply vanish again — but it’s not like I physically disappeared. Still, for some reason, sometimes I appear in their minds, like in their thoughts — they remember me. And sometimes I vanish so completely that they forget me entirely. And where am I all that time?

It seems like you all think: the time is the same, the year is the same, the century is the same, all the world events are the same, so this concerns all of us, which means we’re all in the same world. No — we’re all in different worlds. I’m from the world of the undefined. And the readers — since my books are written with that kind of perspective, from the eighth angle on the world — naturally, only those people who see the world in the same way can understand my books, agree with them, feel a response to them. It’s just like, you know, rock musicians make music for rock fans, vegetarians cook for other vegetarians, open vegetarian restaurants, and that’s how everyone finds each other. And I don’t claim other people’s worlds. I really do have this world, the world of the undefined people — I am that. I also call it the world of creative people. But again, nowadays in the world of the “lost,” there are creative people too. And in the socio-material world, the earthly world, there are also creative people.