A small tear in the top of the tent, giving enough space for a ray of light to brighten up his eyes. Each day, the Thoughtful Clown plays over the memories of the past. Cheerful plays that bring a smile to his face. In an empty,dark and lonely tent the only thing that brings him a moment of sanity is the ray of light that warms his soul. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance. The Thoughtful Clown perfecting his unbalanced art. Slowly creeping into insanity. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance, content. Then one day, waiting for the ray of light to creep into his tent of insanity, the light doesn't arrive. Confused. The Thoughtful Clown, creeps out of his tent. To his shock, there is no light outside of his tent. The Thoughtful Clown lays outside of his tent waiting for light. Time passes. Starts to search for an answer in the dark. Time passes. Slowly creeping into lunacy. Time passes. He wallows to a standing position. Cleans his makeup. Takes off his costume. Heads East* taking only his burden in search of light.
*In reality its North, but East makes more sense.
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