Taras Prokhasko wrote a series of sketches about the future that was a long time ago, and about everything that already is, but not knowing how long it will be. In particular, about such simple things as balconies and curtains, light and stones, swings and toilets, walking through the city and shooting a film in the Carpathian mountains, the formula of happiness and the influence factor, Babinton (mispronunciation of badminton) and Selbsferstendlich, and other such things. He also writes about the fact that you need to sleep carefully, eat breakfast - in your own way, and look - by shifting the vision. Yes, but that's not the main point. Because the main point here is the type of story in which reflections become elements of the plot and appear not as written after the fact, but spoken at the moment of their birth. And therefore, these are not sketches or essays, but stories in the strictest sense of the word.