The textbook “An Extraordinary Adventure...” by V. Mayakovsky (1920) has a simple plot: the narrator complains about routine, while the Sun asserts by his very presence that his work is much more monotonous: the Sun clearly cannot change jobs. Therefore, the common conclusion for the participants in the imaginary conversation is a general enthusiasm, a willingness to shine, and not to work in the shadow of routine and complaints.

How to make an anti-Soviet film in the USSR at the expense of the state? Any phenomenon with the prefix “anti” usually implies open confrontation, a sharp, obvious and irreconcilable opposition to something. However, in an authoritarian state, completely deprived of freedom of speech, this is impossible in principle, especially in a situation where articles of the criminal code are devoted to this very “anti”, under which you can be imprisoned seriously and for a long time.

I was twenty-five and didn't know what to do. And he smoked a lot, really a lot, lighting one after another, and listened to David Bowie. And he also managed to get married, unsuccessfully, almost for fun, and the “marriage” was falling apart, and his health was failing, and a diploma in the totalitarian art of the post-war USSR - why did he even take this topic? — sagged. I took on it, this way and that, but the topic, the topic really wasn’t mine.

It happens... An ordinary day: I was making work notes, shakuhachi recordings were playing in the background. I needed to find some article - I went to the closet and, as expected, got stuck there for a long time, sorting through books and old magazines. And suddenly, from somewhere, right at my feet, sheets of paper fell, which turned out to be nothing more than rough notes of an interview with Ejun-san. And how were they preserved?

In the postmodern era, there is no more morality; the author smiles and washes his hands. The end of meaning has come, the end of art, the end of history and the end of the world, one must think, is also not far off. Everyone is free to interpret postmodern culture as they wish, and everyone will be right. Culture is filled with texts for the sake of texts, films for the sake of films, riddles without answers. Everything is intertwined in an endless stream of images, names, words.