The Carousel of Unending Happiness

A drug called childhood, how I found the Carousel and learned to love dizziness

Your RingMaster,

If you listen, you have a soundtrack in your head. When I lost mine, they sent me away. Upon arrival, I was given headphones, a battery, and an MP3 player, a mere 32 gigabytes of freedom. It would leave my eyes and heart floating outside the bus window, tethered by a string, on a bus that they all say is "short". And s... [Continued]...