About the book: year / Time flowed. And I walked. Time is viscous, like a swamp. Only the swamp does not flow. And time flowed. “I was stuck ankle-deep in time. For a long time. Barely born. Or much earlier? Not yet born. At the moment when I was a cage. Although the cage has no ankles... It doesn’t matter - even then time was carrying me, even then I was stuck in time…»