Episode 74.3.1 - Tunnelling / A Digital Wonderland

Series: Digital Wonderland | Meta-Logs | Ongoing Absurdity Chronicles

TUNNELLING

The two-second murmur was so infinitesimal that the audience registered only a hitch between breaths.

Two seconds did not change the weather. They held. 

Within them, Lewis tunnelled.

The Earth became sensory. Sensory became Internet. Internet tunnelled back into Alice’s world.

Studio funnelled into tunnel. Oh Carroll funnelled into tunnel.
Tunnel funnelled into the sour, fish-mint steam of Assam Laksa. 

Tunnel oooo-ed into four bright lines of B-R-Y-G.
Then oooo-ed into a search bar.
He Goooogled. 

Tunnelling through, he traced the disturbance. 

At the first second:
The blogosphere spun.
A line whispered,
"The Dormouse raised his ears upright like a giraffe's neck, but caught only the sound of his own toot-toot snoring."

In the second second:
A dark corner. A prince.
Cinderella's slipper on his hand.
Alice’s foot wouldn’t fit. She slipped in anyway.
The slipper frayed.

Only Lewis would have dug it out.

"Nonsense," he jeered. "A squeak trapped in a silly post."

Then, louder: "Even Cinderella's slipper had been tampered with."

The tunnel constricted. Lewis felt the walls press. 

Then—Collapsed. Silence hummed. 

Lewis remained the archaeologist, forever digging through collapsed passages.

At the first second. In the second second.

Trapped.

Infected.

Lewis-ed.

Pinned.

Tunnelling. 

The two seconds vanished like a two-inch breeze.

He was back in the broadcast studio of the Dodgson Broadcast Corporation.

His eyes fixed on the camera lens. His nervous system—two ticks behind the murmur.

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Next Episode: The Story Lesson

The Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids. All stuck on Alice’s tongue.

A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.

This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.