Carousel

Welcome to the Carousel, where we take stock of all changes and get mad at the reasons. What cycles through life and what makes itself a constant presence? Sometimes things come back around five years later, things that were previously believed to be put to rest. Welcome to the Carousel. Always full with blurred faces, repeating names, and melted ice cream cones. What leaves the neon haze after a week? What stays on until it makes itself dizzy? Better freshen up that backstroke, there is always more to learn.