A bubble to share with a small yellowish flower, surfing over the world, flowing with currents, fashion, wind, light of stars. Shapes swirling on its surface, reflecting convex words back at you, a shadow of hues which overwhelms all senses, ponder reality or imagination. Strangeness molds itself into a spherical space as it uncurls from the great void of nothingness. The thinnest of walls separates my bubble from the land outside, walls aglow with oily patterns, carriers of ephemeral wisdom, to be read before it is rewritten by some other invisible hand. As a bubble I began and as a bubble I shall end: a sonic whisper and I’ll be gone….. forever.