That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real.” Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. Real love, real friends, real body parts…

The speaker laments a world increasingly mediated by artifice—synthetic experiences, curated identities, and commodified relationships. By pairing “plastic and artificial life” with a list that escalates from emotional (“real love”) to social (“real friends”) to bodily (“real body parts”), the line suggests that in such a culture even the self becomes modular and replaceable. The trailing ellipsis conveys exhaustion and a sense of inevitability: authenticity is not merely rare but actively eroded. The quote functions as a critique of modernity’s substitutions—where convenience, technology, or consumerism can mimic the real while hollowing out intimacy, trust, and embodied human connection.