Alice represents the romance of the innocent child, the screen for Carroll’s fantasy projections, a cipher for the thrill of mind altering substances at once weirdly eroticised, intellectualised, sublimated. What if she wants the drugs and adventure, says spare me your fears of death and desire, the limits of your imagination so afraid of the devouring and the control? The big bad world is a dangerous place for girls, lies, all lies and fabrication, the queen of hearts a troll. Seduced by sleep, drugged and hallucinating, Alice falls and falls and follows and falls, eat me, drink me, identity crisis one two three.
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