Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment.
[Tuesday dusk, August 18th, Day 70, Carnival Diabolique]
I believe the most pleasant thing about this Carnival is the scents. At a table near the food tents I smell fried pastries, roasting meats, sweets. The distant smell of the musk and florals of the cootch show competes against the smell of lust and swirls about the fear and excitement of the curiosities.
I look curiously about and watch the people pass. It seems much less crowded than when the Carnival first opened. The people wandering about have a look of purpose more than idle curiosity. I am not nearly as familiar with the society of travelers as with more stable societies, they can be so insular. Yet, I do find it a curiosity that they have stayed in one place as long as this. Looking over my shoulder in the direction of the tower, I ponder how much of his gathering includes this as well.
Leaning against a pole in the tent I smile at the young lovers and predatory carnies alike. In some ways I have a more clear understanding of those that travel and hunt against a stable population than those that are content to settle and put down roots. If not for the ties that bind with those I care for in this odd town (and the spiral that continues to draw me in) I would have left long ago.
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I believe the most pleasant thing about this Carnival is the scents. At a table near the food tents I smell fried pastries, roasting meats, sweets. The distant smell of the musk and florals of the cootch show competes against the smell of lust and swirls about the fear and excitement of the curiosities.
I look curiously about and watch the people pass. It seems much less crowded than when the Carnival first opened. The people wandering about have a look of purpose more than idle curiosity. I am not nearly as familiar with the society of travelers as with more stable societies, they can be so insular. Yet, I do find it a curiosity that they have stayed in one place as long as this. Looking over my shoulder in the direction of the tower, I ponder how much of his gathering includes this as well.
Leaning against a pole in the tent I smile at the young lovers and predatory carnies alike. In some ways I have a more clear understanding of those that travel and hunt against a stable population than those that are content to settle and put down roots. If not for the ties that bind with those I care for in this odd town (and the spiral that continues to draw me in) I would have left long ago.
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