“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t”
I often feel one of the major differences between Alice and myself (hopefully not the only one either) is that when I fell down into the rabbit hole, what was present was an endless spiral staircase in which every movie ever made (that was good at least) would comfort me on the way down in knowing at least within my insanity I would be comforted by the one thing that has never let me down; still doesn’t.