Remember the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland who is anxiously looking at his watch and worrying about his tardiness? Well I have a similar feeling running through me at the moment. I keep getting images of the white rabbit and recalling his harassed mutterings of, “I’m late.” I don’t recall other end-of-years having this same sense of foreboding termination, but I’m trying to work out why I am filled with this sensation. When Alice does fall down the rabbit hole or move through the looking glass she enters into alternative
18 Dec 2015