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What If We Were Alive?

 




   If me and you were in a town, and we walked into an ice cream shop. What are we thinking about the cashier? The man behind scooping the ice cream, adding the sprinkles and taking our cash. Do we use our imagination? 


Think up a baby in our minds, that baby would be the ice cream man. That baby has parents, perhaps a dark haired woman and dark haired man. I can also imagine a birthday party for this baby, the family photo being taken. The baby is sitting on the floor in front of a boring blue background. with the parents on the floor with him.


Or....is it a man who goes home every shift, sits in the closet and falls asleep there? He might wake up at 2 am to eat something like chips. Who knows, who is this man anyway? Is he even alive?


In this town, is anyone alive? Do you think so? Does it cross your mind? 


Is there better things than buying an ice cream cone? Things like building a house and farm, I could even climb a mountain probably. I would feel more alive doing those things than licking ice cream. And then I'd wonder what would make you feel more alive, or the ice cream man.


Does licking this ice cream make me less alive? Whatever I could afford of livelinesses I take, because it's just these moments I have now. Just this, and then it goes away. It's 50/50 whether it's stored away in memory properly. Or at all.


But then is it subjective? Would someone on the mountain feel less alive? Would they want ice cream to feel more alive? When you came in with me to the ice cream shop, did you ever consider if it would make you less alive? I bet not, because less awareness makes you more alive. 


- just a random piece of of thought process that should make sense if you'd like it to, and shouldn't make sense if it doesn't 





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