A wise man once wrote "Life is a bubble, and skepticism, a sleep within a sleep." I've been sitting on that sentence for a while. One day I decided to open the new Radiohead album, with the results of my recent experiment with light at hand. When the song True Love Waits came on, it all made sense. Yes life is a bubble. And true love is the force that rises and fights its doom. It's remarkable how natural phenomenon can mirror philosophy; how abstraction can cast concrete shadow; how sounds can be seen. A bubble truly is a moon shaped pool.










