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[Alexandr Korol]

who are also me, only a copy-copy-copy reflected from reflection, reversed, distorted – and that too is me. And this whole impulse, it really looks more like an impulse, it then unfolds and unfolds and unfolds like a real kaleidoscope. But there is a source.

You know, yesterday I was walking down the street. People were looking at me, they couldn’t take their eyes off me. I remember before I used to write myself such notes, I noticed this. There were moments when people looked at me and did not understand what was happening to them, and they looked at me as if they recognized me but could not remember where they had seen me. I remember I used to ask people what was happening to them. Someone said they thought I was an actor, as if they had seen a celebrity. Someone said it felt as if they knew me from somewhere, had seen me but could not remember where. But very much it was as if I stole people’s attention. And now again, can you imagine, this has returned. They look and cannot take their eyes off me. They do not understand who I am. Believe me, I am not so handsome, less than before, and still people cannot take their eyes off me. An interesting observation, a note. Just yesterday I walked down the street. And it does not matter what I wear, how I look. They probably would not even be able to describe me, but they see me. Not everyone, but many, practically every third, I would say, or every fifth, looks at me and cannot take their eyes away. And I feel all people, I know what they think about. For me now all this has begun to return. And so many thought that they had seen me somewhere and that I was a celebrity. Everyone thinks I am a celebrity. Can you imagine, yesterday that is what people thought. Cool. It is all cool. So now I understand Big Alexander, when he told me that people themselves will say who I am, I don’t need to say it. And also, as if I learn and hear from people who I am and understand it better from them than from myself. Who am I, if I am in the world of heaven? Or who am I, if I am in all worlds? And my whole unfolded self. Who am I?