Belly of the Beast

I love getting on site early, while everything is still being set up. It's one of the advantages of not having a home and squatting in the caravans. It means getting to see the guts of the circus. There really is something magical about being in the chapiteau before it becomes a performance space.

Being here while everything is being torn down, on the other hand, is actually kind of terrible. There's no more magic. Just the scattered remains of past performances. But I guess that's the circus...