Big Bubbles

The dotted night of streetlamps and trafficlamps and brakelamps and amberlamps takes on a shimmer and begins to move. A sparkling oil slick globs through your vision and, when you get close enough or you see the black guy, you realize mega bubbles are being crafted out on the street. Smaller ones float up; larger ones I’ve had to sidestep as if they were pedestrians. When spiders learn to spin soap instead of silk, watch for «some bubble» to be hovering here at night.