When I started writing this diary, in August 2004, I lived in Tel Aviv. In those days, I used The Bubble as a cultural reference. With me in The bubble lived many people. We shared our isolation. In December 2004 I moved to Toronto. My bubble turned into a personal metaphor. It now represents my status as an immigrant. As a new-comer to a culture; An observer, an outsider.
We all share our little bubbles. We mingle in the crowds, wearing our masks, playing our little games. This Bubble is my little door. Open it into the rabbit’s hole.