“Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
a day in the life of the aqueerium. it was almost as if i lived through a flashback or hallucination. the absurdity that rushed over me today was reminiscent of some tripping i did back in the day. i remember imbibing in some mda and would be completely gobsmacked at the ridiculousness of the encounters i would have.
“can you believe them”
“what was that?”
“somebody pinch me”
the stories i saw and heard to day have bollocksed me. i recall each snippet interaction would seem like an adventure down the rabbit hole. i would exit a scene feeling like i had just lived through a chapter of “moby dick” and then another chapter would begin.
this i how the day rolled out. it was all the silliest, kitschiest, nutsiest cast of characters and left wingnut, over-the-top script that the universe might ever debut.
thank heaven i made it. with no hard drugs ingested. it was a freebie. a gift of the aqueerium.