I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.

I'm kind of big on performance in general. I like the sort of entertainment where you can go in and be fully immersed in it.

That man has no shadow.

Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it's really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.

The circus itself is my personal ideal entertainment venue.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.