I realize my inner self is a wolf. A wolf that keeps running kilometers in the night, a wolf that is in love with a moon that it cannot touch.
Exhausted by running and howling, this wolf goes for those reachable dark full moons instead.
That may be the reason that connects me with mushrooms.
If Alice is reading, I wonder she would find these lines in her pictureless book, or she is now celebrating Christmas. So I have to add this line too:
"Merry Christmas!" to all my Alices.