What you see is called "occurrence" and is made up of a little bit of reality, and an awful lot of words.
Words that explain, words that interpret, words that give meaning of what is actually happening: reality.
What is Reality? Collective hunch at best, but we can define it in a funky way: everything that a just arrived Martian can see! Then stick to that definition, like the seasoned umpire sticks to his... I'll explain it later...
If I set out a caption contest, everyone would give me a different caption, depending on what they see. And you don't see things as they are (reality), you see them as YOU are... full of meaning, interpretation, drama, emotions, full of hot air. Reality is simple, a woman standing by the railing of a bridge... or maybe a balcony. No words, no emotions.
This is the job the Playground is about... to carefully peel away the veils (words and marker feelings = emotions) YOU add to reality to make you, ahem... miserable, for the most part.