In A World of Funhouses

I know one or two things about funhouses. I stayed trapped in one for too long. Took me a while to find the exit. 

We live surrounded by funhouses. Pathways of mirrors that don't show who we really are; halls of instability and illusions of choice.

They are circular paths where the exits sometimes lead to the entrance. A loop of entertainment through disorientation... sensation over substance.  

Well put by John Barth in "Lost in the Funhouse": 

He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he’s not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator...