Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
Cheshire: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where.
Cheshire: Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
Alice: So long as I get somewhere.
Cheshire: Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.
She kissed me through the looking glass
And I fell willingly into her darkness
Mad-hattering all the way.
I wonder what would have happened
If I hadn’t eaten from a plate called TASTE ME
On that momentous
“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”