Thoughts run from the gate toward
each ride, excitedly shouting. Like
children, they chase each other before
choosing a ride. They choose a carousel,
but one with the intensity and speed
of a rollercoaster. They continue
to shout, to call my attention, as they
whirl past.

This amusement park for thoughts is
open daily, twenty-four hours a day. It is
open to all, though
none can get out.