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[Alexandr Korol]

— So, okay, where are you going on Wednesday?
— Still deciding.
— Well, what do you mean, deciding? What are your plans?
— Maybe I will go somewhere.
— Well, okay, if you go on Wednesday, just let me know.
— If I go, I’ll say that I go. What difference does it make where?

That’s exactly what’s so important. It’s like if I tell this person’s mind where I will be, then it also appears in my own mind as some kind of anchor. Can you imagine? I remember how I used to write this in my diaries, in my notebooks. I remember once, when I came back from America to Russia, to St. Petersburg, and I didn’t tell anyone. And I literally felt that as long as nobody knew I was in St. Petersburg, it was as if no one was connected to me, no one was thinking about me. And it was like I — because there are many of these minds, like systems, consciousnesses, spirits — and it was like that Spirit of the social world, I had escaped from it. Just the fact that I came to St. Petersburg and told no one, and as long as nobody knew, I felt like a ghost: insane happiness, magic, freedom. I just felt so good as long as nobody knew I was in St. Petersburg. Can you imagine? And this is also one of those things to keep in mind, that you must not cheapen yourself, not devalue, not squander — your treasured films, music, places, people. People do exist in this magical world, but very carefully, sparingly, not always, not every day, everything must be like that. That is, you must not put it all on display. You must not. If right now, you see, I end up in Australia, in some unique place with some celebrities, then it just is. And if I don’t photograph it, don’t tell anyone, don’t publish it, then I’ll remain in that world. And then there will only be more magic. But if I, out of greed like in the world of people — out of greed, fear, and insecurity — immediately take a photo, immediately publish it to show everyone, to prove it, then all those thoughts, desires, and actions come from the social world, the world of people, where they are all sick. Everyone is sick. For some reason, I now directly associate the entire social world, the one I’m leaving now, with sickness. Just imagine: the first thing I feel is that if I go back there, I will get sick and die. Can you imagine? I don’t want to be there. It’s frightening.