Future

Yesterday I told someone it felt like I had a choice: go to yet another bloody meeting or run away to join the circus.

So I chose: wore silly clothes, put on a mask, held a dozen balls in the air, told bad jokes, suspended myself above a baying crowd, played games with a frightened, toothless bully, led big grey animals round and round in pointless circles.

Tomorrow, though, tomorrow I'll join the circus.