That Fairgrounded Feeling (7 images and a jaded jaded rant)
As i sat down to write something for this post it occurred to me that i don’t much care for funfairs. It’s crowded, the food is usually weak imitations of their real selves, everything costs you and parking is inevitably going to be a pain on arrival and departure. At which point it struck me that they were childhood initiations for shopping malls and other such consumption-oriented orgies.
When we get older we can buy a pair of shoes or a new frying pan and as the new piece of your life is being bagged realize the long term returns we get on it. For a child though, it’s all about instant gratification and all the future meals or envious looks that your red pumps get are balled into one knuckle whitening ride down a rickety roller coaster, or optimistically throwing a ball at a miraculously stable pyramid of bottles.
I actually began this post with a different idea before the weak shopping mall analogy interrupted us. It was to do with how i disliked carnivals, yet have several pictures of it. I hate the beach, yet have several, several, several pictures of it. I could do without urban infestations, yet again, pictures.
I don’t like this world, but it makes for good phototaking.