I wish I had put this in my sketchbook I sent to Brooklyn Art Project, it was very fitting. It was shoved in a cubby in my desk apparently from months ago.
Now Alice, my dear
you have made your steps,
each one of them so winding...
Shall we go into the castle
with its high walls of crumbling stone
and find out who lives there?
Before they burn down the world.
Wow.. I guess I couldn't think of any good imagery for that. I can, now. Maybe tonight I'll update here and try to sketch what it should have been.
all I had time for, really, today was this
bits in the margins of my lists and notes