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[Alexandr Korol]

all the dark things seem normal to you. And here’s the paradox: when you live in the underworld, on one hand, it should seem scary if you are there, but on the other hand, when you’re in the underworld, you can’t understand what is good and what is bad — that’s why people from the underworld cannot leave — there is no light, they cannot illuminate what is good or bad, they cannot make the right choice. What they consider good is actually sin, sinful acts, but they don’t know it and commit them — that’s what I saw as the underworld.
I noticed that as soon as I came out of the underworld, everything changed for me, and I can no longer handle such loud music... No, I can perceive it normally, but somehow the entire focus shifted — if I compare this contrast. And it turns out, in the underworld... But again, don’t forget, it’s different, so I can’t tell you exactly whether I’m describing when I was in the underworld of justice, or in the underworld of hell, or darkness, or in the underworld of sins — I can’t separate this clearly right now. But simply, when I was in that underworld, and therefore in the otherworldly realm, I wanted to wear black, hoodies, black color, caps, to somehow hide my face. And everything black. The underworld, the subterranean realm, is still divided into the world of heaven, earth, and the underworld itself — that is, the world of the dead. Even there, there’s still a division into four levels — worlds within worlds, worlds within worlds. And spirituality exists in the underworld too: there is a deep, heavy spirituality, and then there is darkness, and there are sins and temptations. I noticed that when I came out of this underworld, I suddenly wanted light blue jeans, light or white — let’s say white-blue pants. I don’t really like white pants, though. A white T-shirt, a red faded cap — something like that, yellow socks, all light and bright clothes. And everything instantly looked beautiful. I see someone walking an animal or some cows grazing, and I immediately want to cuddle all the animals, this crazy kind of love for animals. I want to photograph everything — a dirty car with a handprint on the glass, and the light and shadows highlight it so beautifully, I just want to take a picture of it. And I want to photograph everything right away. And it’s as if your mind is free from worries, and your soul feels light — no fear, no tension, no anxious anticipation. There’s absolutely nothing like that. You just feel light, happy, like a naive child, an innocent lamb, looking at everyone with innocence. You don’t see danger anywhere, nor do you see