Looking through the corridor of time, except for the contemporary era, it seems that all historical stages are fascinating golden ages. We long for yesterday and tomorrow, but we don't realize that we are faced with Hobson's choice... That is: whether today is sweet or bitter, anxious or peaceful, it is the only era that belongs to us. The dream of the times is a betrayal of today, and we are all complicit in betraying ourselves.
A simple story, when three people are bored together, it is no longer called boring. The plot that breaks the balance is just crazy talk.