His time. Dubinyanskaya I.

What if each of us has our own time, not related to other people? Even “if” there is no need, no fantastic assumption is needed - we have been living in our own rhythm for so long. Do not believe? Have you ever caught yourself thinking that time stretches unbearably slowly when others did not even notice it? Was it really never envied by someone who has time incredibly a lot in the same 24 hours a day-or, on the contrary, were not surprised that someone misses his time, like sand through his fingers, and did not have time to do anything?

Yana Dubinyanskaya in her novel sets the value of time as a resource at the forefront - but only then, so that with scientific care and artistic skill, this value is called into question. Is the society of the victorious personal time a utopia or anti -utopia? Separating our own from time to time the rest of the people, do we bring universal prosperity or disaster? Is it good or bad that each of us really has our own?