ALLEY_3

The alley where all of us, from within the biological sphere, stash them dreams, each stash a unique soul, enveloped within our own span of life, kind of a balloon just surged out from the raging currents of violence cum intelligence, both eternal algorithms intermingling their space creating variables, frothing out a billion fragile skins, each holding, carrying life, a unique, a thousand, a billion...

Who cares but for the one who is given to see them thousand upon thousand bubbles popping out from the raging whiteness, bumping into each other, up and up, only for all to just pop out of 'existence', as their own reality algorithm has come to term;

One might think of just as many devilish contracts, none of which aware of the contract's duration, alive for what nobody ever knows, but each still persisting until the popping out;

Does a cow knows why it is 'alive'? No, but she sure feels alive...ask the pigs lined up into the killing shute...

Listen to shrieks, feel anguishes, accept finalities