I also have the overwhelming urge to listen to "Lions Roar"

Okay, does my brain look like a pretzel to you? Because it feels like one to me.

I just wrote this sentence: "This is the redemptive power of the circus: not carnivalesque reversal or transgressions between spectacle and audience narrative, but the lived narrative of spectacle, the performative quality of freakish life that no one can escape."

Does that even make sense? I don't know what I'm saying any more.