PAR-Tea-S. Elena Sinitsyna

but it keeps silence, it means time could be here extremely numerous – even if in theory. Till that very moment when alarm rings, there is some gap in the space-time continuum, and it could be stretched out – to break every minute into seconds, flashes… and if to wake up once and for all and press some bottoms, the moment that starts to measure my life, never comes. No alarm – no subjective time but the time-space where I am lying now. All of my space now is a room occupied by the body. My time doesn’t exist until the alarm rings. Being as ordinary as other people I do not want time, I want space. But what a bad luck! Imagine – it is found that it is impossible to separate them both! Space plus time – here is a formula of death. If I occupy room, therefore I occupy time as well. But until when alarm sounds, my «I» is immortal. I am an ordinary person. This fact makes me happy.