There is no longer a clear boundary, between fantasy and reality. The worth and the ridiculous, united in the era of noise. Many people are disoriented, not knowing where to go and what to be.
As Dostoyevsky said, humans not only can not be upset, but also do not know how to be anything. Being upset, or a friendly person. Being a bastard, or an honest man. Be a hero, or an insect.
Humans long for meaningfulness in nothingness