In the world, there are only so many things that actually happen. What if the things that actually happen aren't actually happening? What if the things that we know and love that are happening right at this moment, this time, this universe, the point in which that our lives are beginning, ending, and going through. What if the things that we know and love are all fake, and that what we know and will know, and knew. Are just figments of our brain meant to diverge us from the real problem?