Rabbit Hole? Not Again/3

The Queen gasped. “I don’t permit this.”

“Where is my court?” she demanded. Only silence bowed.

She stamped her foot. “Bring me the knafe. Bring me the cards!”

Alice stared at her. “Me?”

The Queen’s eyes burned. “Press the Ctrl-Alt-Del button?”

"Now?" Said Alice.

"Immediately," The queen ordered, sharply, "I ..."

She disappeared at the same time.

The White Rabbit, with the same waistcoat and pocket watch, pretended he understood it all.

"Well?" he squeaked, "You’re late! Unpardonably late." 

"Hole again? "

"On no!" Exclaimed Alice. "Uh... Let use Windows."

Queen of Hearts. Offline/2

Alice was unplugged. The Queen of Hearts, quite by accident, was vacuumed off.

“Who is this?” she said severely.

No one was there to answer.

“Idiot! Off with your head.” she screamed. Her voice echoed against nothing.

Her eyes, wide and hopeless, revealed one thing: She had crossed into another space.

Words appeared, shimmering across the sky:

YOU ARE OFFLINE.

Alice, this day/1

Alice had gained weight. This was the day.

Heat was intense, the breeze sluggish, and every word in the book crawled along as if on crooked legs. Alice’s eyelids grew heavy.

The rabbit stopped, peered back and muttered about being late.

Alice crouched down, quickly.

Only her nose caught the familiar scent. Silent ChatGPT—until a hidden tug, a pull, unlatched her world.

This physical touch required no Internet connection.

To smell a rabbit hole

Retired at 60. 

I told Alice I ran 2,450 km in 2021. I was so focused on running carefully—avoiding injuries—that I never stumbled into a rabbit hole.

That's why I was dull. Boring. I had nothing to write about.

But a rabbit hole can find you, even now.

Really?

"Alice, 

are you in there?" 

Happy New Year of the Pig

Life goes on.

Mushrooms do. I do. 

I managed another 19km mileage before rain started to fall. I told Alice. 

What is 19km?

If view under microscope, it is the path between two spores in a mushroom world. Zig zag sometimes, straight line always. It becomes longer if the immediate next spore flies away.

And so I said 19km is elastic. 

What if I get hold of the flying spore? I shall not know how elastic it is before both of us stop.

Life goes on. 

365 days should not be in a distance of only 19km, I have run so very more than that, from the year of the dog to the year of the pig, in another two days.

Happy New Year. 新年快乐。