While walking through the forest for a peaceful afternoon walk, you stumble upon someone sitting on an open field.

He was staring up at the sky, occasionally mumbling things like ‘what was that thing called again’, while staring at the clouds.

That guy looked.. peaceful but also dispassionate. He leans back on the grass, still staring up.

Suddenly, your walk seemed less interesting now, and you were instead paying attention to the guy in the field now.