The main character, Anfisa, finds herself in different situations and places about which she knows nothing. She has an obsession of trying to remember everything. As if breaking through a veil of memories, each time she recognizes the faces of people, places, and situations. And yet the main question of Anfisa: everything that happens to her and around her is a figment of her imagination or the reality of her desires? Or maybe this is what it was? Or what will happen?
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Sometimes it seems to us that reality is what it really is. Or maybe reality is what we really want? And what can we want and what do our desires and wishes consist of? If we look at every moment of a tiny desire, then it turns out that desire is a need, without which we cannot move on to our main desire. But what is desire?
Thinking about this, ideas come to me that true desire is only a state of goodness, silence, happiness.