Camembert électrique

In my mind’s eye, I am put on a bright, psychedelic carousel, the music moving me around in circles, and then I am led by a witch down long corridors, at the end of which I can see the light of and hear the sound coming from more carousels. After another ride, it’s on toward a heavy curtain which, when pulled up, reveals the stage where the main act is performing. But you know what, I’m kind of happy back here among the corridors and carousels.