The vocabulary library

When I remember myself the past, I am enlightened. A sense of disgust that, it would seem, should be considered to me even more than the current one. We are mistaken every second - not only in simple, but also in fateful moments. We will further defend the real ones from ourselves, which have long been lost. Our mutating copy is less and less like the original, it only simulates our original life trajectory. Communication with the present, remaining in the past, is torn. And more than once, but in a million places. And when nothing remains of the broken thread of life, we finally bury our image in the time of the time. Something radically new, not recognizing itself, is confused, something like squeamishness. We will not recognize ourselves in a new appearance, but we stay with him. And we bury the old in the past.
The 10th book of Vadim Klimov covers the fifteen-year period of a variety of writing experiments. It contains short prosaic experiments, essays, plays, interviews, reviews, lectures, obituary ... All this is carefully laid out in 13 sarcophages with 13 bodies in each. 169 Magnificent mummies make up the “whim library”