A young man, struggling to deal with the nhilism of the modern world, relives his best memories while he sleeps.
"The light above us suddenly burnt out and shattered and sparks rained down like rain made of gasoline. We stopped thinking or breathing or anything and I had this experience where time stopped and we weren’t on this planet anymore. We didn't have to care about the world or people or cheap furniture and instead all we had to do was be in awe of the stars and colours and the effort that went into making the universe so warm. And the plastic signs, the paper price tags, and the cheap metal and glass exploded into a world of alarming opportunity, hope, wonder and dreams. So we stood there, two kids underneath a rain of sparks and fragile glass, holding our breath, wondering what the future would hold."