Claustrophobic and terrified, alone, in a dimly lit upright coffin, where only my scared petrified face stared back at me. I was about seven and was lost within a dimly lit mirror maze. It may have something to do with a harrowing event I had as a child. I find the whole premise of the circus alluring but also haunting, there is something about the way it rolls into town, a caravan of the perverse and strange. Where the bright lights dazzle, the entertainment is breathtaking and with the introduction of the freak shows the oddities are arestingly peculiar. People seem to be drawn to the circus like puss from a boil, ensnared within its tendril like fingers that creep and crawl through neighbourhoods, latching on and enticing people with the promise of the spectacular, offering an escapism to the trappings of their lives and all the fun of the fair. The circus is something that has been drawing people to it since 1782 when the first recorded circus performed at the Amphithéâtre Anglois in Paris.
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