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[Alexandr Korol]

there was this hunger of the mind. Everything, some unsatisfied mind inside me. And this person kept saying, “How long are we going to walk? Let’s turn there, let’s go over there.” Naturally, in the first cases when this happened, I didn’t know it was something with the person. I didn’t understand why it happened. But I always remembered, of course. I’ve always kept a diary and wrote it down. Then there was another case when I met someone, and at first, the first 10 minutes or maybe 20, it was like a fairy tale. But then, as soon as that person interfered with my algorithm, as soon as they said, “Oh, I love that café, let’s go there, my friend is there,” and I said “yes,” and we went there together, everything, it was like the whole colorful world crumbled. For people, it’s almost imperceptible, but I feel it very strongly, as if I was connected, I was in my own world, and suddenly everything turned bland. It’s so unusual, like you’re walking along a boulevard, but while this person doesn’t interfere and listens to me, we’re walking in this parallel universe of this road, this boulevard, where everything is colorful and magical. But as soon as this person interferes and says to me, “Let’s turn there, where something is,” it immediately feels like the shades change, not warm, but somehow gloomy and cold, and everything becomes irritating. And what happens? I end up in their world. Just imagine, it’s such a subtle transition, like I always saw it in the moment of crossing a street or just making a choice. I noticed the same thing in conversations. I could meet with someone like this. They’d say, “Well, tell me.” And I’d say, “I was there, I did this,” and so on. I’d be telling something from the world of the heart. And they’d light up, you can tell. They feel everything is magical. Then this person shifts the conversation to their world, and it’s like I enter their world. I’m not physically in another place, I’m still sitting in the same café with them, but it’s as if the café has changed, like we were looking at it from the left side, from the side of the table where I was sitting with my friend. And now it feels like the angle is coming from the opposite side, figuratively speaking, and maybe a little from above, or below, or from the side. It’s like the picture changed, like the angle of the shot shifted. That’s how I feel it. And what’s most interesting is that it’s not that I’ve just named this too strangely. I gave this thought a crooked form. But in reality, the degrees and angles literally change in the scientific sense of the word. Later, scientists will prove this, it’s a very good example with the flashlight. No matter how many degrees or angles you shine on