Bubble Thoughts from the Circling

Her skill sets though narrow, are tried and tested, she has the tools to navigate around reality without going belly-up. We share the same fish tank. She has her own patch of metaphor and I mine. She knows nothing of karma or I of fate. Occasionally, we swim together through the same plastic castle, both observing a suitably awkward silence. The great and unknowable Walt Disney sent us cartoon gnomes to guide us through the rocky reefs in our heads. It was that simple, though we often wished that something more meaningful was going on.