Those little hexagonal pods, resembling that of a hive of bees or a colony of creatures creating something as gorgeous as a coral reef, are truly a mystery to me.
It doesn't help that we have bubble wrap lying around everywhere, especially the 50 or 60 feet of it rolled up in the bathroom, as it tends to sit there as a silent temptation, ultimately destroying the lives of those spending thousands of dollars monthly on expedited shipping to have these gargantuan rolls of marshmallowy goodness brought to their front doors, like some kind of rare Egyptian lace.
It may sound absurd, but those little pockets of joy are so tender and silken to the touch of a finger, they excite the nerves and provide just a little taste of heaven - but they're so tiny and soft, it's easy to pop them, on accident or not - and just enjoy the satisfying *SNAP* that echoes about the room.
It doesn't help that we have bubble wrap lying around everywhere, especially the 50 or 60 feet of it rolled up in the bathroom, as it tends to sit there as a silent temptation, ultimately destroying the lives of those spending thousands of dollars monthly on expedited shipping to have these gargantuan rolls of marshmallowy goodness brought to their front doors, like some kind of rare Egyptian lace.
Of course, all is for naught, as these rolls, these beautiful bubbling creatures of anti-static material are ultimately destroyed and thrown into a recycling plant - only to be melted down and recreated, reborn, reincarnated, again and again and again as gargantuan beasts, containing small windows into the glories of the universe, defending small [and large] delicate materials with their very lives, as cruel human captors snap them one by one, releasing those dear secrets of the heavens they beheld, and sending them as vapor and gas escaping into the air around us, enlightening us, but taking a shred of magic and mystery away from the world with every little crackle, be it accidental or malicious.
If it weren't for the creation of bubble wrap, a substance more addictive than most club drugs or hard-lines, then wizards, witches, and even hogwarts itself might exist amongst us.
Faeries might still exist. Mushrooms in magical forests standing millennia tall and wide might dance and sing and illuminate the night with beautiful bio-luminescence to show the way for creatures large and small that frolicked through this ancient and undisturbed meadows, a land before time, hidden away from man.
Bubble wrap is a wretched and beautiful creation,
and I have an addiction.
--Austin
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