Slava Kurilov. One in the ocean (№ 439266)

I couldn't think about the future - I didn't have a future. At the appointed hour, I take my swimming gear and go to the stern of the liner, then jump into the darkness and ... complete uncertainty. I could not think about the past - it disappeared, fell away by itself. All my attention was focused on the present. I live in this segment of the present, and it, like shagreen leather, is inexorably shrinking.