Cat Monologue: Cheshire

“I don’t understand.”

She wasn’t sure if she’d heard anything at all.

But when she stood up, the ground felt suspiciously like a grin beneath her feet. Cheshire Cat Monologue

“Here’s what’s precise,” he said, and his voice was now the rustle of a billion unseen things. “You came looking for answers. But answers are just doors with ‘Exit’ signs painted over them. You don’t need to leave, Alice. You need to realize there was never a room.”

Alice stared at a caterpillar inching across her shoe. “Then tell me something precise.” “I don’t understand

Alice folded her arms. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.”

“We have an appointment every time you look at the sky and feel too big for your own skin.” The rest of him poured into existence: a striped head, then a torso that shimmered like heat haze, then a tail that ended in a question mark. “Sit down, or don’t. Both are equally uncomfortable.” “You came looking for answers

The Geometry of Unbecoming