Loose change-gobbling, blinking machines, the smell of overly sweet cotton candy and premonitions of death on the roller coaster: the desire for a spectacle and personal voyeurism need to be fulfilled even if they leave a stale taste behind. Too many people in too tight a space, eagerly participate in bartering. A bucket full of dusty melancholy and a lonely consolation prize are all you take away from this decoy landscape…Was it worthwhile? Was it worth it? Will you come back tomorrow? 

BY AND WITH Monster Truck