| Silly String We all remember the good times. The good times, that is, with silly string. Little cans of confetti that we would spray in strings of blue and pink. Flourescent and neon colors splashing about the room. What a mess those cans would leave. All over our parents' couch, all over our living rooms. As useless as tinsel, as frivolous as party hats, streams of tangible color to entertain us. Like kittens we would fight. Not to harm but to amuse ourselves and the objects of our affection. Wrapping crowns around our queens, women flirting with boys, tying our friends in playful bonds. Teasing without touching, smothering our favorites in rainbow blankets. The rush of the chase. The joy in our laughter. Silly string is an expression. When words fail, when emotions run high, when our hearts flutter... it's not the string, we're the ones who are silly. |