Do you remember the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland? Not the abstract vision made cool and sexy by Jefferson Airplane; rather, the nervous wreck with a waistcoat and a pocket watch singing “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.” That rabbit.
According to many interpreters, Alice and the White Rabbit are foils: the Rabbit represents the frantic adult world, ruled by clocks and capital, obligations, and constant hurry. He rushes forward without clarity or purpose. Alice embodies childhood’s openness, curiosity, and imaginative freedom. By chasing him, Alice exposes the rift between her life of wonder and his world of anxiety.
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The churches of Leavenworth. Swipe for a jump scare.
If you were to write the Cliff Notes of my life, you’d do well with summarizing my character with this: he lived his life with an unshakable feeling of being out of sync with the pace of the world around him. Always slightly rushed, always a little out of breath, hurtling himself forward through pure grit so you wouldn’t notice. Not quite Alice, and not quite the White Rabbit either, but something in between. The chase itself. Chasing the White Rabbit to exhaustion.
This was a thought I had the other day, and it felt like a complete a-ha! It explains a lot.
Hello, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.
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Assorted sightings in Leavenworth (Part 1)
Our last morning in Wenatchee.
Assorted sightings in Leavenworth (Part 2)