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[Alexandr Korol]

And if I hadn’t ventured into creativity, I’d probably be working in a bank or in the police now, and telling these kinds of stories. Everyone would be rolling their eyes and saying, “Alex, you’re crazy.” It turns out that you need to find that packaging, that adaptation in society for your nature. And I’m very grateful to the people who pointed this out to me and gave me the right guidance when I was still a foolish little kid, telling me, “Alex, maybe you see the world as unique, but never be a psychic.” I never called myself that in my life, I felt ashamed of it because that’s what I was taught to believe. I thought, “Who am I?” But here’s the point. You see the association – if you see the world differently, and something happens to you, people immediately want to say, “You’re a psychic.” But they told me, “No, there are other ways to describe people like that. You could be someone who writes scripts, makes movies, paints pictures. What you see and feel can be transmitted through books.” And I became a writer. I’m happy. I like that my fictional, fantastic, mythical, or whatever kind of world lives on the pages of a book in text. It’s beautiful. It’s great. And I live there. And I’ll say this, you know, it’s been a troubled time in the world, and I’ve gone into this world and live there, so whenever something wasn’t going right in my life, there were different moments, I’d think — where do I go? I immediately turn to my book. Why do you think I write so much? Well, it kind of just worked out that way. If someone in college wants to offend you, or if a girl hurt you, or changed on you, or something else, you lock yourself away for a couple of months in your book. That’s how I lock myself away, hide from the outside world, and write books. I guess many creative people have done this before and still do it now. But I didn’t know. All this time, I was searching for who I am because Big Alexander didn’t say it, Valentina didn’t say it, no one said it, only riddles, the Mystic-Old-Man didn’t say it, Tamara didn’t say it. Only some riddles, that I was special, that I came for something, and that everyone was waiting for me. Even the messengers said this. But it’s as if everyone wants you to somehow convince yourself of it in your mind. But how can you do that? How is the human brain arranged? Who, if not me, knows how the human brain works? And the human brain is arranged so that you want to fit it immediately into a template. If they tell you that you’re chosen, then immediately, what comes to mind for everyone? Depending on how well-read someone is, those who’ve studied mythology will say I’m a mythical character, and we’re living in a profane time. Someone who’s into conspiracies and conspiratorial thinking will say I’m a Freemason-Illuminati.