About the book: 2010 / This book does not have to be read back to back. In the whimsical mood of memory, fleeting, random memories are always valuable. They are free and therefore more accurate than the memoirs promised on time. The events that I remember, having set out against the tide of capricious Lethe, are rarely correlated with the dates of the notes made. Everything that I happened to remember ceased to belong to her—the River of Oblivion. Maybe that’s why you can now travel along it, departing from different piers each time. I, while staying on the shore, want you not to get bored while reading. It will take you much less time than it took me to do these light and such heavy lines…