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The step through the gates that takes from painted ground to bare grass feels heavy.
You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus.
You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

"The circus arrives without warning."

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose.

I find myself not a writer so much as someone who provides a gateway, a tangential route for readers to reach the circus. To visit the circus again, if only in their minds, when they are unable to attend it physically. I relay it through printed words on crumpled newsprint, words that they can read again and again, returning to the circus whenever they wish. Transporting them at will.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

We are headed to New York, my friends.

There is a society of sorts that keeps track of the movement of the circus, notifying other rêveurs so they might travel from destination to destination. There is an informal club of rêveurs based in the city that holds gatherings from time to time, to keep in touch while the circus is away.

They are on an extended circus holiday, following Le Cirque des Rêves around as many locations as they can manage.

They normally do this only within Europe, but for this particular holiday they have decided to chase it around the other side of the Atlantic.

They are on an extended circus holiday, following Le Cirque des Rêves around as many locations as they can manage.

They are on an extended circus holiday.