A short story about a long ride. This was written, recorded, and produced by Tal Minear.

Transcript:

We live and die on the never ending carousel, around and around and around and around. It keeps spinning, indifferent to the happenings on its surface. The horses go up and down, uncaring if anyone is riding atop them. The music plays, unaware of our own preferences. Some people say we should destroy the never ending carousel. If it were broken, they say, maybe we would be free. But the never ending carousel cannot stop, will not stop. You can only stop the people on it. You can only break them. The never ending carousel doesn’t care about us, but we care about it. We defend the never ending carousel from the people who want to destroy it, because it is our home. We live and die on the never ending carousel, around and around and around and around, and we call it Earth.