Ferris wheel

The ferris wheel means a lot to me.

Because even as I stand away from it, it continues to spin.

Continuously.

The neon lights catch the light of the setting sun and glow.

Doubly.

Because whether I’m in it or outsided it, I feel insignificant.

First dwarfed by the wheel – outside

Then dwarfed by the world – inside.

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