Taking off the silky cover of a classic car. Getting a whiff of a perfume once when getting closer. Getting woken up by a ray of sunshine. Turning a key before coming home. Having a first date?
While I stand in front of a new set of revolving doors, I contemplate how many times I will partake in the merry-go-round of life choices. What an illusion to think that you don’t need to pay the fee to ride the carousel. Even when falling off the horses and seeing that this was the wrong mode of transportation, there’s still the cars and the sledges.
Wouldn’t it be boring to see the carousel making turn after turn from the outside? Perhaps a slight sense of superiority overcomes us when we see others partaking in an obvious illusion. With the music and lights enchanting what seems to be only children, we feel too mature, too adult to go again.
Standing beside the carousel won’t save yourself from being judged.
Cramming myself into the tiny car, I laugh at my own mistake – taking the horse before the motorised vehicle. I wonder what song will be played, perhaps we are waiting for you?