Resemblance, monotony, routine—they follow me everywhere. The endless loop of the clock hand, the snake biting its own tail, and I — a future offering to the roots of the World Tree. In such moments, an invitation emerges; a call to embark on a mythological journey, a return to the timeless echoes of great ancestors. For Don Quixote, such a guide was the dull world of the landowner and the animated chivalric romances. For me, it is the bureaucratic world and the relentless march of technological progress, which has reshaped my knightly sword into a 35mm lens.

Through this lens, I pierce the fabric of my everyday life. A quantum fragment of the world freezes on the film, creating a new, unique universe — a universe where time stands still, a universe of myth. And like those windmills that transformed into giants, the road ahead leads to wonders. Great Time is revived in reverse; life is infused with ether. Once again, it becomes possible to live poised on the edge of modernity and Eternal Time, treading the fine line between the fleeting present and the infinite.