Chapter 1
The illusion of something begins when it doesn't exist in our lives, and I have always lived in an illusion, so much so that 20 years of my life have passed in understanding it, and now it's starting to feel like a story. Whenever I was angry, I would imagine things that brought me joy, and that, even if temporarily, made me happy. Perhaps I got so used to this that now my imagination is also creating bad situations. Recently, I experienced an incident in my mind where a person's body is being cut by a furniture cutting machine, and it's happening right before my eyes, and I don't feel anything about it. I don't think about it, I don't get stressed, I'm not surprised – nothing. It doesn't bother me that something bad is happening. And somewhere, these things that happen in front of my eyes, in my imagination, have started to give me pleasure. Where before I would talk to someone, share my sorrows, express my anger, and find happiness in that, now it's like if bad things are happening.