Bubble Perspective
Bubbles in the sink, in the bath, or blown playfully through a loop by kids in the yard… translucent, transparent, and insubstantial, floating along on the predominant wind of chance and intent. Within their surfaces are reflected a distorted view of the physical world, each bubble echoing back those things with which it is surrounded, each reflecting the world slightly differently from its neighbor.
Heap a bunch of the smaller bubbles together and suddenly the translucence of each is lost, absorbed by the identity of the whole. Gained instead is a seemingly solid form of which each bubble is now a part. These bubbles may be molded by the elements to which they are exposed and shaped by clever hands to semi-recognizable shapes, yet a strong breeze disburses them … some flying in smaller groups back through the air, landing wherever they may and assuming new shapes and forms in the process. Others, affected by the breeze, simply pop out of existence and return once more to the realm of the insubstantial.
A lone bubble, discovered in surprise is often an instant connection to simpler times and serves as a reminder of the ephemeral, of the illusion. Still susceptible to a sudden *pop*, the bubble is no more…
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