so they renamed the moby dick ride to ‘seven seas’ and took the whale off the facade. i’m heartbroken but it was still fun, exactly what i had been needing. i did feel a psychic gratitude that my prayers for fun were finally answered, but i hadn’t considered that the boardwalk rides would help shake out my nerves, which had been mounting steadily in my stomach for days, at least since i nearly lost a finger at work early in the week. a little sanctioned adrenaline. i deeply enjoyed enjoying myself. i’ve always liked thrills very much and all the teen ride operators loved my energy. i tried to convey to them, the young carnies with their cyber sigilism tattoos, that i was a kind of foremother. another young carney from another boardwalk up the coast.