We’re all human, only human.
We’re no angels, people can’t fly
that’s why we keep trying to.
What is a circus?
A world apart only found within its tent,
people fly, tigers leap, elephants trumpet
it is an escape from reality,
the audience can forget reality and journey into a dream world,
and their guides into that world are us, the artists,
those who can pass between reality and unreality.
That is what it means to be an artist.
by Nakamura Asumiko