• The green liquid lolled from side to side, lazily, not letting you get comfortable on one side long enough before tilting in the opposite direction. Like a childhood bully the dense substance came up in a wave, crashing into itself and dispersed into a thousand mocking bubbles. You can follow the swell as it races to the opposite side but it’s no good. You can’t halt the wave in its unrelenting cycle. Not now, not ever. But what if you were to destroy the toy completely? Unless you haven’t decided whether you even want it stopped. Maybe once it’s gone you’ll want it back again. But then the plastic encasement will be emptied, completely devoid of everything that had made it such a visually addictive treat. Then what? You may find yourself feeling just like that toy, empty inside, desperate to get back to that habitual stability. Once you’ve thought it through, you can pick it up. Not with the intent of destruction but metamorphosis. You rock and rattle it causing the liquid to separate into a million bubbles. Then you can leave the obnoxious thing on its side. Just walk away.