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I remember when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin. Old storage boxes aren’t just wooden boxes. They’re time capsules. Before cheap mass storage appeared, art station marketplace trunks were the way people travelled.

Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering. When I first laid eyes on the circus clown trunk, I froze for a moment. The painted face staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a fragment of a lost world — a carnival gone by.