I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

You prefer not to see the gears of the clock, as to better tell time.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Wine is bottled poetry, he thinks.

Misdirection is one of my strengths.