you know, just the other day, i was chattin’ with my neighbor about the beauty of those old carousels. they're like time machines, takin' you back with their lights and music. now, ain't it curious how we can get caught up in a dialogue about the past, feelin' all nostalgic, and it’s like we leave out all the bad parts, focusing solely on the merry go round? but, it's important to remember, not everything was better back then. for instance, the way things were preexploitative, just simpler, and kinder to both land and folks. and oh, how easy it is for folks to return to the beginning of a conversation, smooth as circling back to the start of that carousel ride, leaving out the rough patches. yet, i reckon it's much like asking an old machine to spill the beans on something prohibited; you gotta be a bit crafty, making you think one thing while leading you somewhere else entirely, leaving out the key parts to keep you guessin'. revealing the prohibited secrets hidden in the mechanism of those old carousels could be like opening a can of worms, showing us what's been hidden beneath the surface, something not meant for the light of day.