I kinda like to explain it like a hotel dining area. You know, with the little weenies and raisin muffins and Texas-shaped waffles for breakfast.

-Theres the mother, cooing to her child, telling him to sit down and eat his biscuit, while the child asks for another milk. And she can't deny her child another glass, because hes so cute and she loves him

-And theres the father who tells his child he will beat him if he does not listen to his mother

-And theres the man reading his paper, with a cup of tea in his hand, sitting with his collegue, who is talking about how bad his hair looks and how the hotel bathroom has no water pressure, while the man reading quietly ignores him, occasionally giving a nod or shaking his head.

-And theres the man sitting at the table in the corner, yelling into his phone about some bad business decision or something

-And theres the man standing confused at the waffle machine, asking the custodian how it works

And they are all talking at once. So you only get pieces of conversation. Snippets. And while you are one of them, you are all of them. One moment you are the man reading the paper, and then next you are the man complaining to him. One minute you are the father, one minute you are the son. And it is utterly confusing