It sprung up last night, grown in the middle of a vast field, crushing grass to mud beneath boots and truck-wheels and canvas tents. By evening, the lights come on; an eerie, mechanical music drifts over the midway; an alluring smell scents the night air; the Ferris wheel gleams, a distant beacon for visitors. Come, come and see, look at the horrors, the wonders, the thrills… step out of the skin of your lonely, grey life for a night and experience the fantastic.