Weekly Pink Bubbles
Conor on Events
Alice by the Sea?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'Drenched Alice' or 'Friend of Crabs and Jellyfish'."
Rosa Time?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'Thorns Hurt But No Yelling' or 'Palaces, Palaces, and More Palaces'."
The Piano of Heaven?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'The Musical Miracle of Counterforce' or 'Play One Tune and You Ascend'."
Childhood Dreams?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'The Rusty Goalpost' or 'A School Uniform Unchanged for Six Years'."
Chocolate Factory?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'Swimming in the Dye Vat' or 'A Sweet Tooth's Final Fantasy'."
Lost in the Forest?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'When a Little Ant Turns Human' or 'Mom, Can't You See Me? I'm Right Here!'"
Red and White Valentine's Day?
"No," Conor says. "That's 'The Poor Courier Working on a Holiday' or 'Couples Who Think No One Else Exists'."
Huayun Splendor?
It seems Conor never gave this exhibition a nickname, probably because he hasn't yet delved deep into Chi culture.
Conor on Thoughts
When Psionic Power runs wild—becoming a beam of immense power and destructive force aimed at a crowd—if you could redirect it toward a place with fewer people, what would you do?
"To become both savior and killer at once—or just stand by as a passerby?" The friend on the left thought for a moment, "I'd choose the former. I'd do something."
The friend on the right held a different view. But rather than debate their choices, they were more curious about what Conor would choose.
Only Quack and Coo-Coo would bring up a difficult question at such a lovely sunset, Conor thought. "I don't trouble myself with hypotheticals. If it really happens, I'll follow your heart."
"This is a profound moral dilemma. You can't just say something like follow your heart—that's disrespectful to life," said Quack. "If you don't think through such questions in advance, when the choice truly arrives, you may fall into panic and confusion and make the wrong decision."
But what is "wrong"? With a problem like this, who dares define it?
Even Coo-Coo Chicken nodded. "It's got a point. Life is full of moral dilemmas—maybe not this extreme, but they still demand hard choices."
Conor breathed in the afterglow and replied lazily, "Are you two just bored? Fretting over vapor like this all day."
What a buzzkill—that was probably what Quack, Coo-Coo, and Conor each thought of the others right then.
Quack said, "Connor, you're always like this. Moral principles and ways of thinking have universality. Can't you reflect on your own life, seriously, for once?"
Coo-Coo adds, "You say you'll follow your heart—but in an emergency, can your heart really make the right call? Without forethought and preparation, we're easy prey to emotion and instinct—and to choices we'll regret."
What an abstract debate. No matter what you choose, you'll regret it anyway. That's people for you.
Connor wasn't persuaded, but he'd decided to stop talking. "You're right," he said.
There was no point dragging it out—and the last light would be gone in a blink. What a waste that would be. He raised his glass.
Conor’s Daily Life
"Do you also think buttered bread with ketchup is outrageous, and want to have a serious talk with it?" Conor, knife and fork in hand and the picture of elegance, addressed the sea crab on his plate.
As for the stars of that line, the cream bread and the ketchup, they're already in the bin. The crab was boiled ages ago—more precisely, what's left is just a shell—so of course it couldn't answer Conor.
No matter. Conor excelled at amusing himself. He tapped the crab shell twice with his fork.
"See?" He said to the friend at the far end of the long table, "Our friend from the sea agrees."
Long accustomed to Conor's nonsense, his friend simply muttered "Mm-hmm" without looking up and didn't miss a beat eating.
After being brushed off, Conor sighed. "New topic. Do you know why plates are usually round—and about the size of a human face?"
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