What do we know about this book? That right now, when it seems pointless to write books because there is no longer any clear meaning in human affairs, I am sitting here writing what I believe to be the perfect book, a novel in three parts. About what interests and pleases me. For example, about Vilnius and Leine, about Gras-Kan and the endless steppes of Ulimhai, about Tyonsi, after all. About myself and my friends, how wonderfully we spend our time together when we meet, or take pictures, or reinvent each other, because we have forgotten, but cannot stop remembering. And about how together we are even in separation, when between us there are not just thousands of kilometers, but rivers of time flowing in different directions, unfulfilled events and inaccessible worlds. And about how great we turned out to be in the eyes of our inexplicable Author. How cool it is to be us under any circumstances. A novel in three parts. This is the first part.
