So there are moments in life when I’ve had to pause and look around to see if I’m living in a movie. Check the mirror and see if it’s Eddie Newton being played by Bruce Willis or John Malkovich. Once, someone broke into our house and the next thing I knew I was prowling around with a steak knife, prodding in closets and under beds like Liam Neeson. But it wasn’t a movie. Or the phone call that came when I was least expecting with news that changed everything forever. Not a movie. September the Eleventh. Not a movie.
I know now how those other stories ended. But what about when you’re in the middle of the situation, and you pause and look around and wonder if someone had a script for this? It just seems made up. Who are these other characters in this tale? A lot of them aren’t acting like they used to. This is Wonderland, where fiction and facts are muddled and mimsy. Brave heroes are scared - good guys are wearing masks - left has become right and right becomes left. We’re in the middle of the story, or the middle of the beginning, or at least middler from the start than the finish. What I don’t know is where the story is leading and how it is going to end and what it all means for our main characters.
We’re through the looking glass, folks. Things might go from worse to worser. Folks aren’t happy on either side of the aisle - in fact, we’re all mad here.
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