"Then what did he mean?"
"I think he meant that the future has already been, and that nothing really exists, that everything is a dream and a mirage.
Sometimes I understand this very clearly. Don't you feel the unreality of all this?" Osokin makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. "The forest, the water, the sky — none of it exists, you know.
There have been days when I felt that everything was becoming transparent, so to speak, and might disappear at any moment. Just like this: you see everything around you, you think that it exists; you shut your eyes, then you open them and there is nothing.
