blowing_bubbles epitome of incomprehensibility Walking from a bus stop to the grocery store earlier this evening, I thought of blowing bubbles with my gum. Then I thought it was childish. Then I thought, doesn't matter. There are some things that are childish and not bad. The gum was okay for bubbles. Not great, but okay. I got to be air-tongued, blowing a little levity to hold aloft. 260820 ... nr i was at a couple of summer events recently where kids were blowing bubbles nearby, always when i was in the middle of eating or drinking. it made me feel a mix of amusement and nostalgia while i tried my best to protect my consumables from soap. 260821 ... ovenbird On summer nights, on the spit of land that leads to the ocean, she sets up buckets and wands strung with string and people gather in the golden hour to make bubbles as big as the world. Age is irrelevant. Who isn’t amazed by a soap rainbow full of air, somehow holding itself together as it floats through the sky? Who isn’t delighted by something so ephemeral, so free, drifting towards the sun? The children gleefully pop them. For them, joy is in their own power, the force of themselves acting upon the world, their new and brutal agency. The adults hold their breath and watch time flee—suds and sorrow dissolving into reverie, a snatch of song, there and then gone. 260821 ... raze when i was young, i wanted to watch them come apart and lick the film of their leaving from my fingers. now, while washing dishes, i see a bubble born and think: every moment this tenuous thing manages to beat the odds is a reason to go on living a little longer. 260821 what's it to you? who go blather from