Superman Don't Come Around Here No More
Looking up, dusting himself off, the boy gazes upon the
airship safely docked on a Ferris wheel. No immediate
sign of the captain. But he could be anywhere, among
the broken elements of this greatest show on Earth.
Yes, it seems the boy has wandered into a junkyard of
our sweetest memories -- no place for them anymore out
among the concrete desires of daily life. Merry-go-rounds
and torn circus tents abound, faded signs promising
feats of strength and cotton candy and wonders bound
only by limits of a wild imagination. A deserted
carnival, a ghost town of childhood fantasy, a circus
that will never come to town.
Walking towards the Ferris wheel, if only to get a
closer look at the airship, the boy feels a mixture
of anticipation and deep remorse. Nothing he can
put his finger on.
Sleeping peacefully in a Ferris wheel car the boy
discovers a man who is soon revealed to be the captain
of the airship. Waking now, introducing himself and
abruptly checking a watch that stopped running some
time long ago.
-- You made it just in time. Only 10 minutes 'til
show time! Come come, don't dally.
Grabbing the boy's hand and rushing him towards a
tent adorned with once bright colors forming shapes
foreign to the boy.
Inside the tent, bleacher seats are lined up before
a stage, currently hidden by a beautiful velvet curtain.
The boy takes a seat in front and spends the remaining
minutes leading up to show time following the design
that runs along the edges of the curtain -- carefully
stitched with golden yarn... wondering who might have
spun such an intricate creation and why they placed
so many strange details within.
In mid-thought and mid-journey, the curtain comes to
life, parting in dramatic fashion, revealing that
captain in an MC getup -- top hat, red jacket with
tails, greased mustache, the whole bit. As if
addressing a roomful of loud revelers, attempting
to gain the tent's attention, this strange fellow
begins barking what must have been a standard
greeting some time in the now distant past, some
where far away.
-- In honor of His Excellency, the Grand Selector,
and in full cooperation with the Ministers of
Recollection, may I welcome each and every one of
you to The Big Show! Ladies and Gentlemen, children
of all ages, for the first time outside of their
native continent, it is my pleasure and deep honor
to bring you The Magic Circus of Dorr! If you
have a gentle constitution please be warned, you are
about to see things you've only dared to imagine in
your wildest dreams...
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