Running like the Red Queen

Sometimes it’s all I can do just to keep up.

Something like my life feels right now, including the kinda-sidewaysness.

Like Alice, from Lewis Carrol’s Alice Through the Looking Glass, I am doing everything as fast as I can and barely staying even. Nothing makes sense.

Like Alice, I can’t stop feeling the world around me as real, even though it’s manifestly nonsense. A fairyland. A dreamworld. I’m trying to maintain logical thought and reasonable standards in the…