A young man, considered perfect, always loved by his family, extremely dedicated to his grades, his studies, and his life in general, decides that when his parents go away on a trip, he will throw a party at his house. There, the protagonist ends up taking a hallucinogenic drug called Banana Monkey. The narrative follows an uncomfortable and despairing psychedelia (filled with monkeys!), where he questions his morals and his identity. Is it worth peeling back one’s own reality in order to be seen?
