carnival

if life was like a carnival and we drove on the road like we were in bumper cars wouldn't we adapt to live in a place like that? a place where the cars crash and slide into each other a place where you shoot a target with a real gun and take it with you as a prize a place where going into a haunted funhouse could mean the end of your life should a creepy clown venture close enough? wouldn't we adapt?

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