Are we really living in an interesting times of change or is it just an illusion? Each insignificant event is emphasized, where the expectation of an event is more important than reality itself. A present that repeats itself always the same has canceled our future, leaving only time to wait. Entertained by our psychoses, we exist waiting for the only real change: not existing at all. Do we really care? Or is being here now the only thing that really matters? Are we only monkeys bored in the sun?