Anything could happen here and anything does. It is a place of costume and trickery, a pantomime parietal containing the functions that make it a circus for the greatest city in the world. On their edges, scared and confused sit talking to themselves on the edge. In the centre magic players compete in pubs for speed of hand and blink of eye.
Lives pitch their frequencies into the fine junk heart and lung mish-mash.
Canning Circus, somewhere found for the lost. Air and love. Anything could happen here and anything does.