When humanity was still practicing slash‑and‑burn agriculture, the thunder that split the sky was a random natural phenomenon, and also the wrath of ghosts and gods.

After the old man passed away, the creaking, swaying lounge chair on the balcony was just a passing breeze, and also him… who had returned.

The bizarre, surreal scenes seen by a mental patient are, to ordinary eyes, a distorted illusion, yet that illusion, when flipped back, is equally real.

The woman upstairs bricks her husband into a wall, the old donkey in the mill chews on a corpse, and in the glossy magazines, a beauty hangs her own facial skin to dry.

Everything in this world goes mad every moment; the demon called “thoughts” invades humanity—how can you possibly escape it?