. . .
"'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.'"
–Lewis carol
. . .
"Hey, are you seeing this?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No I mean, Val look, what's going on over there?"
Looking away from the road, I followed Pearl's finger pointing somewhere on my left, somewhere outside.
My gaze lingered on the tiny, bright blue gemstones gleaming so prettily against her hand for a moment or two before I looked (and it was all because she was now forcefully making my head turn) ... only to let out a low whistle, suddenly very much intrigued.
Bright-yellow tapes, uniformed cops loitering around, looking vaguely disturbed–well, would you look at that–who would h
