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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 1:57 pm
years everything in the future has been so undefined, everything has been so
unpredictable. Maybe I can already see the future as before, but due to this
old memory of the last five years, I now distrust my visions of the future a
little bit. And therefore, I need to mention several times and say that I might
be mistaken. Although before, naturally, I was not mistaken, now I might be.
Well, I got to thinking and saw this picture — I’m sharing with you what I was
thinking about this weekend. They show me a person living in a house or
an apartment, but it’s as if there are no people; it’s as if this person doesn’t
watch the news, doesn’t sit on social media, or as if he lives somewhere
outside the city, or in some town where there is no city center or hustle,
but somewhere in silence, in peace. It is either a very residential suburb, or
a small town, or out in the country in a house. But more so it’s as if in country
houses — they show me people living in country houses, but every person
who lives in a house... Let’s say, a person lives in a house, and he is as if in
his own vacuum, in his own bubble, in his own personal individual world.
That is, he doesn’t live in a society where everyone is like a herd of sheep,
as if everyone is one big head and everyone is identical, but as if every person
is an individual personality — that is what I see. And imagine this picture:
Mexico, a person lives in a small house, outside the window are bushes,
flowers, such a small lovely house, and the person goes out into the yard,
makes something out of ceramics, then he prepares food, he has a dog, goes
out for a run somewhere, runs along the embankment, returns back home,
reads books, but it’s as if he is not in the system, in society at all. I don’t know
how to explain it. It’s as if he is the hero of his own life, and he is complete
there, self-sufficient. And it’s as if he made something out of ceramics, even
though he lives somewhere in a village where there is nothing at all, only
some single pavilion with food, a little bit of some farmer’s food, and that’s it.
But there are some online services that picked up this ceramics from him,
and he sells it all over the world. And a courier comes right to his territory,
he gives him this ceramics, and this person continues to live on the territory
of his house and doesn’t go anywhere, and it’s as if he doesn’t need to go
anywhere beyond the fence. That is how they show it. And everyone lives
behind their own kind of fence, each in their own house. And in a house, they
show me, a couple of people might live — that is, it might not be one person,
unpredictable. Maybe I can already see the future as before, but due to this
old memory of the last five years, I now distrust my visions of the future a
little bit. And therefore, I need to mention several times and say that I might
be mistaken. Although before, naturally, I was not mistaken, now I might be.
Well, I got to thinking and saw this picture — I’m sharing with you what I was
thinking about this weekend. They show me a person living in a house or
an apartment, but it’s as if there are no people; it’s as if this person doesn’t
watch the news, doesn’t sit on social media, or as if he lives somewhere
outside the city, or in some town where there is no city center or hustle,
but somewhere in silence, in peace. It is either a very residential suburb, or
a small town, or out in the country in a house. But more so it’s as if in country
houses — they show me people living in country houses, but every person
who lives in a house... Let’s say, a person lives in a house, and he is as if in
his own vacuum, in his own bubble, in his own personal individual world.
That is, he doesn’t live in a society where everyone is like a herd of sheep,
as if everyone is one big head and everyone is identical, but as if every person
is an individual personality — that is what I see. And imagine this picture:
Mexico, a person lives in a small house, outside the window are bushes,
flowers, such a small lovely house, and the person goes out into the yard,
makes something out of ceramics, then he prepares food, he has a dog, goes
out for a run somewhere, runs along the embankment, returns back home,
reads books, but it’s as if he is not in the system, in society at all. I don’t know
how to explain it. It’s as if he is the hero of his own life, and he is complete
there, self-sufficient. And it’s as if he made something out of ceramics, even
though he lives somewhere in a village where there is nothing at all, only
some single pavilion with food, a little bit of some farmer’s food, and that’s it.
But there are some online services that picked up this ceramics from him,
and he sells it all over the world. And a courier comes right to his territory,
he gives him this ceramics, and this person continues to live on the territory
of his house and doesn’t go anywhere, and it’s as if he doesn’t need to go
anywhere beyond the fence. That is how they show it. And everyone lives
behind their own kind of fence, each in their own house. And in a house, they
show me, a couple of people might live — that is, it might not be one person,