Feels Like We Are Dying

Reality

Here I sit, at the fountain in the mall, with this soothing melody of a unknown voice whispering through my headphones, my backpack on, eating these cheap cupped noodles while procrastinating on my studies;

A mother with a approximately 5 year old child sit down in front of me.

From the back, she looks like she's in her 20s with a slim fragile body and hair cut short.
Her son is holding on to her with his right hand and on a bright red balloon with his left.

It seems time stopped for the kid. He stares at the fountain with large fascinated eyes as the water rises high up to the second floor.
The mother and her child leave after a few minutes. 

I look around the hundreds of people rushing through the shops, satisfying themselves, drunk on materialism.

I'm watching a time lapse. They are running around worrying about the future while I try getting lost in the moment,
Advertisements played over my head on large screens to catch people's attention. Saying how people are generally in a hurry