When we are sleeping a lot of interesting things happen, it seems that plants are no longer growing but they do, buildings get a different atmosphere, the street changes and so do the people in the streets.

This book is a short story on my own personal life. Society considers nature to be natural, but isn't nature unnatural because it is beyond are grasp. Is our limited brain capable of defining whether others are unnatural?

Another theme in my work is how we as people divide the world in nature and the environment we create ourselves. How do we live in that environment, do we create it and use it in the right way?