“The circus is a tiny closed off arena of forgetfulness. For a space it enables us to lose ourselves, to dissolve into wonder and bliss, to be transported by mystery. We come out of it in a daze, saddened and horrified by the everyday face of the world. But the old everyday world, the world with which we imagine ourselves to be only too familiar, is the only world, and it is the world of magic, of magic inexhaustible.” – Henry Miller, from the Epilogue of the smile at the foot of the ladder