The Gamemaster

I’m not particularly interested in being reached. I’m quiet, distant, and perfectly content to remain behind the curtain while you wonder whether I’ve noticed you at all.

My attention isn’t something I offer freely, and I certainly don’t need your company. If you want to step into my carnival, you’ll have to accept that I may never bother to learn your name.

That’s part of the appeal, isn’t it?

You can stand beneath the lights and watch the games from the entrance, listening to the music and wondering what waits beyond the gates. You can walk away whenever you like.

But if you stay, eventually you’ll have to decide whether watching is enough.

The carnival is mine. The rules are mine. The games are mine.

So stop hovering at the gate. Step inside, or admit you were never brave enough to play.