Circus

Trials and terminations.

At the moment we shall test the fear of heights, apparently. I'm walking on a high wire, to look down would be stupid because my stomach will twist into the third knot and I shall fall. It's a pity though, I mean, that would be a gutsy way to go - with the loss of fear and all rationality. But no, here I stand - or sit - waiting for a foot to slip and to send me on a fall down onto the abyss of the cold hard ground.

Where’s the safety net?