Going around and around in circles.
This carousel has to end at some point.
Nauseated, you feel your stomach lurch as the world outside your sheltered cocoon begins to wave into a blur.
Up, down. Up, down. You have to double-grip the handle to keep from falling off.
Vinyl unicorns, melodramatic Shakespearean masks, and a house of mirrors make you want to jump.
But, you think, If I jump, I fall.
If I fall, I may not recover.
If I don’t recover, then what will become of me?
Well, what will become of you if you stay?
Going around and around in circles…