We are all dead. The sun has set one time on our surprised corpses and our tired old selves have disintegrated. These are new eyes that feast on this world for the first time.  The city appears to us strange,  like a confused animal.  Upon further inspection we see that it is sick. It is swarmed by creatures eating away at it’s flesh. It is caught in a net of electric wires and  pipes and screws and such a tangled mess.

Our first instinct is to save it. The new mind clinging to the past. Over time, the sick city and it’s inhabitants fade from our thoughts. They are no different than the fish in the sea, following the currents toward their end.
Death and destruction are constant. All over.

We are alive. We are reborn. Re-risen. We awaken with a new mind and a full heart. That is all. Always as strangers far away from home. There is no home. There is nothing.
Keep on truckin’!