A merry-go-round was never her thing. Even on those slow-moving supposed entertainment mechanisms she would feel ill. An odd feeling of unease would overcome het. She felt an odd nostalgia around redundancy and feelings of inadequacy. If she couldn’t handle a carousel, what would happen on a rollercoaster?
And, these carousels were inauthentically placed. They were meant to install a muted sense of joy out of cynacism. She wondered about her self as she passed the carousel. It was empty and even ghoulish. Just like everything around her. She would go home and soak in a tub of tears.