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[Alexandr Korol]

No-no-no, not about that, not about laziness. I mean that you might have a cozy sweater that came from your father, and you can wear it for 20 years, and you don’t need anything else — clothing itself seems unnecessary, unimportant to you. You can wear the same sweater all the time. Of course, again, you think about your loved ones and so on, and out of respect for your parents, if you’re going to visit them for an event, you’ll dress up a little. But the point is that social-material things, some everyday items, seem completely unnecessary. It’s as if you’re so inspired when you’re in the Spirit that you can paint pictures on anything, and you’ll see that there are plenty of surfaces for painting. You have walls, you have cardboard from a tissue box — you can cut it and make drawings on it. You can still make drawings out of anything, on any surface, with a pen or a pencil. You don’t have those human whims, like when people say, “I didn’t paint a picture because I don’t have space at home, no canvas, no easel” — that kind of excuse doesn’t exist at all. You value every little thing, and you can be inspired just by sitting and looking out the window. You can experience insane joy simply from taking a single sheet of paper and folding it into various origami shapes — and it’s all from the same sheet. And it’s like you don’t need much at all — that’s what’s so unusual. You’re content with any apartment, no matter what kind — whether you live with your parents, grandparents, a roommate, or even if you just have a small corner and not your own room — you’re still grateful. You’re happy to have your own little notebook to jot things down in. And you can play music on anything, even a broken guitar that costs a thousand rubles, and you don’t need anything else, because you’re in the Spirit, and you can create from anything, but it’s like you personally don’t need anything. It’s very unusual. It’s like everything becomes... as if you’re not attached to anything. I wouldn’t say everything loses its value, but rather that you’re simply not attached. And what you are attached to, your precious things, might be something small. Really, maybe just a notebook, a pen, a little stone that connects you to someone or something, like a memory stone — and that’s it. It’s very unusual. And it’s like you see everything, everything looks beautiful, you like everything. It doesn’t matter where you are, what city, what country, what little village — you see everything shining brightly and beautifully, everything feels sunlit, but it’s all because of your inner state, your mood inside. And when you’re like that, you don’t think about plans, about how many paintings you need to make,