Every time you wake up, you are reborn.
Especially when it’s a weird time to wake up, like 2 am, or 10 pm. You feel detached, confused, wondering what is going on around you. You are like a new baby, you are frightened by the environment, you want to cry, but you are too old to cry. You want a protector, but you are alone.
The memory gradually fills your consciousness, you are no longer a headless fly.
You seem to understand the purpose, even though nothing has happened to you from the outside world. The spontaneous neural activities change your perspective on the world.
But can you trust your brain? Maybe the very moment you wake up is more real than your purposeful life?