NONE OF THIS IS REAL

An amusement park. Wild animals, clowns and acrobats, fortune tellers and tricksters. The main categories are guests, staff, and of course, management. What is your role?

Hush. Don’t say. I can’t wait to get to know you, to love you, to take care of you. I am emotional. So emotional. What did you do to me?

Oh, you love me too?

Shame. I thought we were on the same page. Such a shame. Shame on you if you believe strangers sharing their secrets. Shame on you if you feel ashamed believing.

Easily triggered?

Congrats. You are kindergarten-level. On this merry-go-round, you are horse number 79. Have fun.

— Why are you laughing, you crazy bitch? Let me help you with the zip. Where are you running so quickly?

— To the ice cream shop.
— I’ll walk you.
— So sweet of you, babe.
— Your safety is my priority, pussycat. It’s too dangerous for you to walk alone.
— Thank you, babe. You don’t have to go farther. I’m safe already.
— Eat your ice cream now. I want to see you finish it. I’ll wait.

Sweet obsession.

Hope you like the taste, because in our amusement park guests are not the ones deciding when to stop.

You don’t like it?

Even better.

Hurry up, it’s dripping.

And stop fuckin’ laughing, you crazy bitch.

Obviously, you are having too much fun. But rules are rules. Everyone gets hurt here. Be kind and let others ride you once in a while. A horse, for example. Isn’t it fair?

If injured, we have an emergency room with painkillers, psychedelics, and highly qualified professionals. Don’t sleep, wake up!

— Good morning, darling.
My name is X.
I am your doctor.
Rough night you had, huh?
Open your legs a bit,
I’ll take a look.
Any pain now, sweetie?

— No.

— Pleasure?

— Fabulous sense of humor, doctor, but I am not in the mood.

We zip up and keep going. Discussions, acknowledgements, apologies exist in other places. Not here. Not here. Never here.

We have something much more exciting…

Fuck back! Come kitty kitty, there’s nowhere to run. I am everywhere. I am everything. I am you.

— It’s hard to resist you.

— Yes, hard it is. Maybe if you step back 20 cm it would help.

— Drinks, guys?

— Yes, Negroni for me, please, and a milkshake for the gentleman.

— You think you’re funny?

— You think you’re dangerous?

Now, apologies for the interruption, but I must define words according to the Amusement Dictionary. Here, danger is whatever leads to a hospital, prison, or cemetery. If one grew up there, survived there, and is not currently occupying these locations, they would probably not experience any danger from another person. But they would want to.

— Clashing personalities. I like that. But I believe you will comply with my requirements.

— Why?

— Because you want to.

— I am glad to be of service.

— Sarcasm. With you, I get the feeling it would be amazing and highly exciting.

— Always right?

— Was wrong just once.

The theater. The boxing arena, the cabaret, even a toilet is a stage. Everyone is wearing a costume. Therefore, a policeman is not to help, a doctor is not kind, and a teacher is here to mess with your head.

Guests believing their senses are the most boring entertainment. Old-timers are fucking around like little naughty demons, changing personalities every minute. The most fascinating actors are the children of the park. Deadly, but fun.

— Hey, my darling, how do you feel? Can’t believe seeing you here.

— Yes, it’s okay. You see, I’m a little sick. How is school?

— Guys, what’s happening? Honey, come here, come here. We’re not in school anymore. You’re breaking my heart.

— Look, calm down. Memory loss is not the biggest problem here. They were looking for X, made a mistake. Used brass knuckles.

— Oh, X. I see. Is he in town with you?

— Why? Should I tell him you missed him? Hehe.

He’s with me. The strongest son of the amusement park is always highly sexual, physically healthy, mentally sick, a fighter covered in blood, but never a grown-up man. If you want to understand the park’s hierarchy, he is the best one to explain it. Your nose is bleeding? So now you know. He respects power, obeys power. You are not stronger? Cover your nose, smile, curtsy, step closer to the exit and now — run!