8th
Soap Bubble Worlds
What if we would all live inside our own personal soap bubble, floating through the world. The bubbles would come from a huge bath, which we would only recognize as an endless mass of water (like God’s spirit in the beginning of everything floated above the waters, in his own personal soap bubble, I bet). There’s this huge surface of water and bubbles and soap and we’re all floating just above that, one a bit higher than the other, the second a little bit beneath the first. These are our worlds, our points of view, frames of reference. Every bubble has it’s own moving colours and it’s own transparancy and room. Some are rather large, others are rather small.
And of course, there’s always the danger of popping. It happens every now and then, all around.
Pop.
And the inhabitant of the late soap bubble tumbles down and down and down and hopefully lands in a new bubble before he splashes into the bath and drowns. That must be such a terrible way to die… Choking on the bottom of the world, with the taste of the life you that you are losing in your mouth. Poor soul.
Pop.
It happens a lot in Japan, I believe.
Pop.
Of course there’s also the possibility - and definitely not a small one - that you drop right into another bubble of soap. It’ll have different colors, of course. It’ll be bigger or smaller. It’ll even smell different. You might have to get used to it for a whikle, but it will be your very own soap bubble from that moment on.
There’s people with very strong bubbles, as if theirs are made of some sort of jelly, instead of from the regular soap. Their color will be heavier, so the inhabitant will miss a few shades of the rainbow when looking through his bubble to the outside world. And his bubble would be extremely hard to pop or to get into. I know someone with that certain kind of bubble surrounding him. He seems to be pretty comfortable in it, though.
And there’s people with weak bubbles. People who drop out of their bubble into a free fall every time they turn around to take a look over their shoulder. I know someone like that too. I know a lot of different bubbles, now I come to think about it.
Bloeb.
Ah, that’s a very special sound! It’s the sound of two soap bubbles sticking or even melting together. Sharing your bubble with another person is one of the most intimate things you could possibly imagine. You’ll have to consider the other in every move you make, for fear of popping the bubble. Popping the bubble is almost inevitable when you’re living in it together. The question is just: when?
Pop.
(I hope yours and mine will stick together just a little longer.)
(Our bubbles sort of match.)
(Somehow.)
