As many other phenomenon brought out by Eastern cultures, accepted by Western cultures and presented as something only theirs, unique and unrepeatable at the same time degraded as a three-years-old toy.

I’ve been loving it at 13s, at 23s and now at 26s. The only path that is fair enough which brings me back to the point I started at without a fear of falling out and breaking my neck.


They used to say that the term of carousel is highly related to cavalierly and knighthood. During 12th century Turkish and Arabian army forces came up with a new drill which required extreme horsemanship. The horsemen would ride horses in circles while throwing and fetching a ball. The rule said that the ball shouldn’t be dropped down. Later on, Crusades brought this kind of fun on European land with minor differences in rules of the game – horseman would take of a ring places between two columns. This kind of fun soon repressed jousting.

 Anyways, lets get back into the circle.

Everyone enjoyed it – ladies, children, youth; not only aristocracy but common men also.

It was usually seen at fairs. Coaches and wooden horses would be manufactured during winter months, and as the warmer days turned up the whole construction would built up and ran up by animals pulling platforms. Sometimes men would do the same instead. .


By the end of the 19th century carousel was ran by steam engine and coaches and horses would go up and down. In the 20th century it was modernized using electrical engine, more comfortable coaches and unique carousel melody.

Going circles for someone has no further meaning, no sense at all, but not a single moment can be lived twice. Circle is never straight lined since life is not about geometry. But we can keep it straight. Every time is a new beginning; from another perspective the same thing can look quite different. Repeating you learn. There’s no going back, although carousel is a round trip.
I like circles. I like beginnings and endings. Never half and never pointless.