Alice.in.wonderland.2010 [hot] Now

There was a rustling of leaves like pages turning. A small group of card-people shuffled close, paint still damp on their edges. One tipped a corner and said, “Reality is all brushstrokes and contracts.” Another, a queen-shaped card with a faded crown, stamped a foot and declared, “Reality follows orders.” Alice wondered whether the world here had rules or whether rules were the world’s way of pretending.