Life has a method for tricking us into trusting that nobody sees our flaws or the falsehoods we let ourselves know and others. In the event that that were valid, there would be nobody in jail, nobody separated, nobody feeling neglected, hurt, forlorn or lost. We may get a kick out of the chance to gloat that we know where we are going, however a significant part of the world experiences life driving with the lights off trusting they don’t hit anything oblivious.
This is a straightforward story of self-dream prompting a genuine breakdown of one’s life. Like Kübler-Ross’ portrayals of the phases of death and biting the dust, first there is foreswearing, battling against the chances that this will turn out to be lethal, then contending, arguing, lastly giving in.