A viscous world, sticky, overloaded with unnecessary details that swell with their own meaninglessness. Everything trembles, oozes, and presses. Every object, every sound, every glance — a thin film of habits. And now it tears. Nausea? Get used to it. No explanations, no justifications — just a dull, nauseating reality from which there is no escape. Splendid. You've woken up!