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I wrote a great novel. What makes you think so, you will ask. Well, because this novel is certainly the least meaningful from everything that has ever been written in the history of humanity. It totally lacks information. It just sucks. What do you mean, you will ask. That would be the «Black square» of literature. And me – the Malevich of literature, who discovers a gate to the unknown for you. Me too, just like him, did something everyone could have done. Each one of you could have drown a square on a white sheet of paper and fill it in black. Same way I did what everyone could have done but for some reason – didn’t care to do. What did you do, you will ask. Here’s what! Put my headphones on. Turn the volume to the max. I was listening to my favorite music – «Four Seasons» by Antonio Vivaldi. I started typing on the keyboard, just pressing random keys… As soon as the music was over, I knocked off the typing. That is how this novel was born. What I felt while writing the novel? Oh, I felt the strongest emotions – joy, enthusiasm, ecstasy. I was fully aware that I wasn’t the one typing. It was the universe getting in touch with humanity – no agents, no mediators. I am just the transmitter of something.