#super bubble

The beach is glistening.

Everyone wants to be here.

Spend a day away at the cost of your psychological well being.

Everyone is so effortlessly cool here.

But you are sat in the shadows of cafeteria connective tissue.

The one somewhat safe place.

To find shelter from the the shine...

A monumental task.

You are alone.

Watching them on the shoreline.

They look like stone carvings.

Chiseled to perfection.

And they love to laugh.

In that saturated sound.

Sometimes you feel the need to plug your ears.

You understand the interdimensional danger of resorts.

Red 40 and Yellow 10 are the leaders.

There is a deeper sparkle in their eyes.

Borderline hypnosis.

That’s why you stay in the dark.

Your pocket of safety.

Your derelict piece of tile.

Everyone is so unreal here.

Not sure who’s at home or who’s just visiting.

It’s hard to tell the difference.

This is a factory for making people like them.

You start to feel your body sway.

The art of circuit domination.

Kick your feet up and overwhelm the senses.

Lean back and forget what you’re here for.

Two silhouettes.

Such a short walk from the sunlight.

They are coming.