Utopia is the smile of the Cheshire Cat, this smile which floats in the air before the cat appears, and for some time after it has disappeared; a little before the cat appears and a little after it has disappeared. This smile into which the Cheshire cat disappears, and is itself mortal.
I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant.
I can’t wait to receive this American McGee’s Alice and Cheshire cat figures.