Where’s the stuff?

As far as I know Efimov, he has always lived and worked in small spaces, surrounded by a lot of objects, ranging from old useless things to new-fashioned gadgets and professional equipment, not to mention all-neep books (later «dumped» in one electronic), disks and images. The format of the interior space not only rigidly set the size of each individual to a large population of subject matter. I suspect that his pressure became the main force that created that magical portal through which the ephemic objects began to fall into the void of virtual dimensions, where voices, movement and other, paranormal abilities were acquired. Even so, Efimov’s normal, known life never occupied things. No one will be able to detect the romantic chaos of creative nature in its habitats. All the stuff they’ve got is neatly stored, waiting for something that happens to her in G. H. Anderson’s fairy tales in the absence of humans.