What eternal torment is this horse subjected to? It's seen some shit, for sure. If I was actually a witch, and believed in mystical powers, I'd curse someone to be a carousel horse and be trapped forever impaled on a metal pole, condemmed to circle endlessly up and down with children shrieking in my ear. Honestly, I can't think of much worse.
All 1/1 NFTs. It's weird to go back to your hometown as an adult. It's even weirder when the last carousel in the county, home of many of your happiest childhood memories, is being replaced by a beer garden. Now that I'm an adult, the carousel is unsettling. The animals are frozen mid-scream. Their eyes shine a bit too bright. The vibes are just weird. Did I miss this as a child, or have I forgotten?
Nothing from our childhood feels quite the same: either we change, it changes, or both. But sometimes, you can revisit places that hold happy memories, and feel their echo even into adulthood. Other times, you see a sign on the door that it's the last open weekend and then you convince the teen running the carousel to let you spend a couple hours photographing it before it's gone.
The carousel may be disassembled now, but it lives forever on the blockchain and in the memories of a couple generations of children.
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What eternal torment is this horse subjected to? It's seen some shit, for sure. If I was actually a witch, and believed in mystical powers, I'd curse someone to be a carousel horse and be trapped forever impaled on a metal pole, condemmed to circle endlessly up and down with children shrieking in my ear. Honestly, I can't think of much worse.
All 1/1 NFTs. It's weird to go back to your hometown as an adult. It's even weirder when the last carousel in the county, home of many of your happiest childhood memories, is being replaced by a beer garden. Now that I'm an adult, the carousel is unsettling. The animals are frozen mid-scream. Their eyes shine a bit too bright. The vibes are just weird. Did I miss this as a child, or have I forgotten?
Nothing from our childhood feels quite the same: either we change, it changes, or both. But sometimes, you can revisit places that hold happy memories, and feel their echo even into adulthood. Other times, you see a sign on the door that it's the last open weekend and then you convince the teen running the carousel to let you spend a couple hours photographing it before it's gone.
The carousel may be disassembled now, but it lives forever on the blockchain and in the memories of a couple generations of children.