BTS

Baba Time in person #2.

We drew some Animé figures together at her dining room table, and then she started dancing and singing as she led me up the stairs to her room. I said, stupidly, "Are you making that up?"

She laughed, "No, Baba, it's BTS."

"What's a BTS?"

"Baba, are you serious? You don't know BTS? Everybody knows BTS!  I can do BTS routines for hours." She pointed to a magazine in her room. Sure enough, BTS fills the whole cover, and behind that a photograph intriguing enough to send me to Google as soon as I got home.

What a marvel they are. Seven absolutely gorgeous non-binary Korean beings in spectacular clothes: young, weightless, wildly dressed but terminally cool and jaded, limber as yogis, making harmonic sounds with no particular content. I am dazzled, entranced. I watch, jaw-dropped, hypnotized by youth, beauty and rhythm. In case, like me, you have been living under a rock or are 100 years old, I give you: BTS! Live and learn.