After everything you do and accomplish, when you’re sitting alone on your couch, you’re just you. A human alive on earth. You’re not a bartender, a businessman, a gold-medal winner. On your couch, there’s no context to define your role, there are no people to tell you what you are. You’re just you.
You do have one companion: the cloud above you, forming and morphing from your memories and thoughts.
How sunny is it?