It was a carnival, no less. No one knew much about each other, everyone's identity masked, but everyone was there to find something, I should think. Some wanted love, some wanted other things, so it was like a hunting ground or something, except that a lot of the hunters were drunk. But as I look on, I know I would not be able to find what I was looking for. It is after all, a carnival, and an amusing one at that.
A carnival has to end, eventually, and it ended with a headache and a stomachache which lasted long enough. Would I enter again? Things would decide for themselves, I think. But I am changed, I think.
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