Big Bubble

Tonight I walked past a corner where people were blowing bubbles.

The big kind. Where the wand has two big, droopy pieces of strings at the end, and the bubbles are made by the wind. And they're gigantic.

Any little kid could come up and make a huge bubble. One girl blew one that was positively massive. It floated up Rosa-Luxemburg Strasse, and just kept going. Everyone stopped and stared as this bubble just refused to die. Cars stopped, and we all started clapping and cheering this huge fucking bubble.

Then it hit a lamp-post and popped. We all let out a huge moan of sorrow, and went back to living our lives.

But for a few seconds, an entire city block cheered for, and mourned for a bubble.

Good for us.


Jim out.