The book “On the Loop of Time” by Dmitry Barabash is a poetic assessment of the present from the point of view of the eternal. My difficult fiction is more insignificant than street dust. In sweets or, as in the Nile, other worlds meander, about which they spoke fearing and laughing on earth every time ships sailed under the black water. When the stingray lifted from the sand the hieroglyph of consciousness, drawn by the glare of sunrise in a crystal wave, on my lips I felt the smile of the entire universe and all future lives already embodied in me.