Aug 9
the weirdest thing about coming out of clown camp is that, i cant believe its already over, but oh my god it felt so long aswell. like. that week was just the shortest month of my life. thats the best way i can put it. and now getting to the airport and looking around at all these strangers who are not all clowns — ive gotten so used to looking around and every single stranger being a clown. you get so used to being able to look around and see this clownish spark in everyones eyes and the potential character in their body language. you'll never actually know who you meet or see who is secretly a clown, and now getting out theres just a noticeable absence of clowns in the crowds. its a feeling that is just very hard to describe
