Harry makes a momentary stop at the decrepit circus that has materialized in a field overnight. A labyrinth of circus tents like Dante's nine circles descends into madness. Sprinkled with commerce and corruption. A room of indecision, perpetually incomplete. Verbiage, exquisite and visceral; more eerie than terrifying. Starting out, it appeared needlessly wordy and rife… Continue reading Attention Span: Playing Dead by S. E. Casey
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