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[Alexandr Korol]

uncertain housing, and perhaps in a month the landlord will tell you that you must move out, or you will not have money to pay — on the one hand, of course, you can evaluate it as stress, as uncertainty, but believe me, you are alive — in fact, alive. Alive. Do not think of the magical world as the world of the dead. No, on the contrary. It is, on the contrary, the world of conscious living people. And on the contrary, everything is magical, and you are alive, and you live, and you feel life when you have this uncertainty. And that feeling of fear from the world of the mind, when people urgently, quickly want to settle everything and furnish everything — what did almost all of them say? That when they achieved all of it, they were unhappy. They even became more unhappy than before. That is, when they had nothing, they were a thousand times happier. Imagine how interesting that is. And this is why all my life I saw everything from the side, and there was so much magic when I had no team of employees, when I had no responsibility for the construction of the farm, when there were no deadlines, no frameworks, that I had to write some book for a specific purpose. That is, when there was no certainty in everything, including in my personal life. When I had none of it, that was why I was magical. I always entered the world of people, as I understood, through relationships. But imagine the paradox — that when I had no relationships, and I could meet a girl, go for a walk with her on the street with a camera and listen to Angus & Julia Stone, and simply see her once a month and walk through the streets, and nothing more, not a word about love, no kisses, nothing at all — then in those periods, in those moments, when I was young and walked like this with girls, or could correspond with someone about some film or some music and never even meet once, and also not a single hint of affection, then in those moments I felt more love than when I was in human relationships. Imagine that. And what is most interesting is that those girls, the friends who appeared in my life, with whom there was not a single word about mutual affection, it was as though they loved me more, and I loved them more, and there was this freedom, because we owed nothing to anyone, were not tied to anything, and did not even evaluate each other as man and woman, but simply had some shared theme — music, or photography, for example.