Nothing has an effect on me at all, help save the evocation by means of drama or literature of some memory of past emotion, ordinarily of the unfortunate type, tears might very well flow, despite the fact that it is only a memory, a recreation by existing imagined, savoured for a few moments then authorized to go, not something that at all impacts me or has something to do with me, it is the resonance that there is this emotion, I am not at all.