Yesterday, as I was driving home from work, I found myself in a peculiar state. I’m behind the wheel of an electric car that drives itself, feeling both content and discontent simultaneously. There’s a sunset painting the sky, mountains looming in the distance, and the car stops at a traffic light in utter silence. I find myself questioning reality: Is this real? Or did I lose my sanity in Moscow, Russia, a decade ago, and everything I’m experiencing is just a figment of my imagination?