Saturday, September 26, 2009

blowing bubbles

A simple act, easily mastered by a 6 year old in pigtails. Yet, often the demise of the same girl as she turns 18 and attempts to be taken seriously. A contradiction as the girl ages and turns stone cold, all the while inflating pink, sweet, sticky balloons. Eventually turning to a nostalgic attempt to cling to her youth as the substance clings to her shriveled lips. The bubble doesn't change, but the cheeks filling it with air use the bubble as a distraction, a memory, a toy. Till it pops...and gets stuck in her hair.

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