“The time has come,” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings” (Caroll). “Of winter’s continued sting, -cakes and candles- of dirty windows- of groundhogs and things” (Me).
I’m older. Phil saw his shadow so six more weeks of winter. Someone wrote in the dirt on my car. W. Charles got pimped out birthday style. Pimpin’ ain’t easy. I received Chesire Cat cupcakes which may have been more prophetic than the baker intended.
“’But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’said Alice.
‘You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.’” (Caroll)