The various products of what you cannot call boredom, maybe escapism, are what a German would call the butter on the bread of my evenings. I am too lazy to search for the correct idiom in English. Let's say the bird walked out of the house and was surprised that there are red marks on the meadow. In fact the bird was the last element in the picture. If you walk very far away from the scene, it even appears realistic. If you take a close look you can only make out lines and colors. The point is: that's life.
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