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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 1:07 pm
The movies always show that everyone here has aged, but they haven’t,
because they weren’t connected to Earthly time. Where they were, time
moved very slowly. But what I notice on planet Earth is that what happens
here is different. I can be in Karelia for a month by Earth time, but in reality,
while I was there, it wasn’t a month — it was, say, a year. Yet, even though
I was there for a year while only a month passed in the world of people
on Earth, when I return to the world of people, to the city — for example,
my city, Petersburg — it’s not as if a year has passed; only a month has.
I don’t know how to explain it. I didn’t know anything about multiverses
back then, but every time I approached my farm in Karelia by car — whether
with my manager, assistant, or driver — I would say that it feels as if we
are entering a bubble, a world where the world of people has disappeared.
There was a feeling that while all this panic and pandemic was happening,
while stars were appearing on TV and the internet to calm people,
and priests were blessing the streets with incense and prayers — all this
human horror was happening “out there.” But by going to the farm, I had
entered a dome, a bubble, where this didn’t exist. It wasn’t the first time
I felt this. I used to joke with my friend while we sat in a boat on the lake,
fishing. I’d say: “You see, we’ll return to the city in a month, and who knows
what will have happened in the world by then. Maybe there’s a zombie
apocalypse. But here, it’s as if none of that exists, and it never will. If we just
don’t watch the news and don’t return, we’ll stay in this other world, this
other rhythm. Everything here is just completely different, as if none
of that exists at all.” That is how we described the feeling.
But now, here is the most interesting part, what I’m leading up to.
A month ago, when I was traveling, I wanted to decide where I would settle
next: where my home would be; what city or country; whether it would be
an apartment or a house in the country. When I found the place — when
I found myself a home and stopped there — I felt that there was another
“bubble” here. It felt as if, once again, I wasn’t in the world of people
at all, but in some other space where time flows completely differently.
I can’t explain how it flows — fast or slow — it’s just different. I also had
this feeling that I didn’t just end up in this bubble — meaning this specific
because they weren’t connected to Earthly time. Where they were, time
moved very slowly. But what I notice on planet Earth is that what happens
here is different. I can be in Karelia for a month by Earth time, but in reality,
while I was there, it wasn’t a month — it was, say, a year. Yet, even though
I was there for a year while only a month passed in the world of people
on Earth, when I return to the world of people, to the city — for example,
my city, Petersburg — it’s not as if a year has passed; only a month has.
I don’t know how to explain it. I didn’t know anything about multiverses
back then, but every time I approached my farm in Karelia by car — whether
with my manager, assistant, or driver — I would say that it feels as if we
are entering a bubble, a world where the world of people has disappeared.
There was a feeling that while all this panic and pandemic was happening,
while stars were appearing on TV and the internet to calm people,
and priests were blessing the streets with incense and prayers — all this
human horror was happening “out there.” But by going to the farm, I had
entered a dome, a bubble, where this didn’t exist. It wasn’t the first time
I felt this. I used to joke with my friend while we sat in a boat on the lake,
fishing. I’d say: “You see, we’ll return to the city in a month, and who knows
what will have happened in the world by then. Maybe there’s a zombie
apocalypse. But here, it’s as if none of that exists, and it never will. If we just
don’t watch the news and don’t return, we’ll stay in this other world, this
other rhythm. Everything here is just completely different, as if none
of that exists at all.” That is how we described the feeling.
But now, here is the most interesting part, what I’m leading up to.
A month ago, when I was traveling, I wanted to decide where I would settle
next: where my home would be; what city or country; whether it would be
an apartment or a house in the country. When I found the place — when
I found myself a home and stopped there — I felt that there was another
“bubble” here. It felt as if, once again, I wasn’t in the world of people
at all, but in some other space where time flows completely differently.
I can’t explain how it flows — fast or slow — it’s just different. I also had
this feeling that I didn’t just end up in this bubble — meaning this specific