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Taras Prokhasko's prose perfectly imitates the truth. In the end, it is the truth itself, if only one has the strength to perceive life the way Prokhasko perceives it. For this is an extremely painful feeling, getting used to the unbearable to the point of creating the lightness of a dying delirium. It is a focus on the most insignificant changes (tropisms) in the environment, a sharpening of the gaze, characteristic only of hallucinated consciousness, penetration into the hidden nature of things. Hence the paradoxical combination of absolute freedom and irresistible doom, simplicity and overcomplication, pleasure and disgust.