Clown innovation

                    

Footit, a diary fragment (fiction)

I wanted to do something innovating; something shocking and it fell right into my lap. The white face and the red august, together in the arena, like a team. Brown, against a red background. A rocket. Powerful, in his sincerity. Sincere, also, in his downfall. That was as well ours. But we did put something real in to movement; we contributed to the progress of our tradition. The core of it all was our friendship, with it, we were undefeatable, without it, there was nothing.