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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 vintage trunk props, waiting for the show to begin. Trunks aren’t just places to keep things. They’re time capsules. Before cheap mass storage trunk - my sources - appeared, trunks were the way people travelled. Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering.

When I first stumbled across the circus clown trunk, I stopped in my tracks. The hand-drawn clown staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a piece of a lost world — a carnival gone by.