A person often falls asleep with bad thoughts, and at some point it happens that the previous day is not erased from memory. Sometimes this happens several times in a row, and everything experienced by a person accumulates, turning life into an endless introspection. Life is not a reality, but a place where a person ended up just like that. Life and leisure merge into a single whole, and the border between an existential crisis and constant laughter is lost for the person himself and everyone around him. In one reality, there is an incomprehensible art, a long desire for self-development and its complete absence. Friends who have known each other since childhood feel it so differently that the communication gap that arises from the imperfection of human language does not allow them to share their own reality. And yes, not everyone needs it.