At a street cafe you observe the passing life, which you enjoy inspired by the molecules of your favorite drink, like it was an organic part of you, what it actually is.
The faceless passersby smile in their minds, as they knew a great secret, which you share silently under the shadows if light.
Dark alleys take the consciousness to another reality: in the night no one knows for sure who you are, and the uncertainty is tangible. All of this you share in the moment when the gazes meet, and the steps beat a slowly phase shifting, interferencing rhythm.
Endless vibrating fabric of individual beats forms the concept of your reality, which is undulated by the unseen, non-observable forms of light, which create in it a steady pulse. Unconsciously some atomic lattice vibration generates the frequency of your existence, the frequency
which everyone follows, and so are never late.
Events arise and perish; are in constant change from one form to another, which are longed for and loved. The scent of your drink disperses to the atmosphere, which you breath, which the others breathe, together with the flora, which has been imprisoned in reservations and sanctuaries to beautify and improve the atmosphere of the peak accomplishes of the humanity, which without it are incomplete and oppressive.
Light twinkles through the curtain of vapor, dust and soot, and scintillates in the after rain freshness as well, always present. The machines count, process and tirelessly assemble what has been squeezed from the light, and formed out of space. A moment yet, and freedom dawns, and one can again close the eyes, relax at the familiar street cafe, immerse in life and unique perceivable reality.
The music ends, illusions are shattered and again you open your eyes, continue your journey, and are alive yourself too.