POP! goes the Bubble
Witty Banter Hi there! I know it’s been a while since the last post, partly because life seems to be one long game of tug-of-war lately (plus last week was a torture for me mentally), and partly because this one felt too close to rush through. It’s about something I’ve thought about for years but never really dared to articulate, the strange, quiet loneliness that lingers even in a crowded room. How we all talk , endlessly, yet rarely connect . How we each live in invisible spheres, bumping into one another, mistaking echoes for conversation. This piece is about the illusion of communication and the fragile hope that maybe, one day, we’ll learn to truly listen. The Bubble of Communication and the Illusion of Closeness We live in bubbles. Soft, translucent, shimmering things that let the world's light in but never quite let us out. In these bubbles, we speak, we text, we post, we laugh and yet beneath all that noise, lies an ancient silence. The silence of being unseen. We th...
