19-WIND-67

Winds transporting time bubbles, each a transparence of a life, a mix of violence and intelligence, each a sparkle of a life span, however short;

eternals are these bubbles for they keep on popping in and out, thus 'making' a landscape of fluxes, realities real only unto themselves, forever non existent to all others but their own self serving universe;

thus is each life, a singularity never to be acknowledged outside its time shell, mirroring soap bubbles...