Life only seems monotonous to those who do not pay it enough attention. It is enough to register it to perceive it, if one’s eyes are not open enough, or if one’s memory fails. This is a truth that strikes one when one realizes it: suddenly, many seemingly banal singularities of the past, which have passed unnoticed, seem to make sense. Then, it becomes very difficult not to tend toward an almost mystical interpretation of reality, since immense effort is required to deny hidden connotations that reveal themselves to be realities infinitely more plausible to reasoning. In short: monotony, more often than not, is mere inattention.