{Lie #5/Video} ~ no longer looking for a place to hide
[A blur of darkness as Mireille’s fingers brush over the surface of the looking glass, before she leans back. The mirror shows a full view of how she sits, her legs drawn up under her, the dress she is wearing neatly pooling around her, on the couch with a book in her lap. Her eyes hold the glimpse of contentment.]
To those who had to bear with me during my most recent transmission, I fear I may owe an excuse. It seems we have all been taking part in our own respective struggles the past week, and I didn’t manage to handle mine with the sort of grace I might have hoped for. My apologies.
[Now there’s the slightest hint of a smile on her lips. Her gaze strays to her folded hands on top of the book, and she continues without glancing back up.]
Wonderland could become quite the learning experience, couldn’t it? If we are like Alice -
[At this she holds up the book and raises her eyes again. It’s a tattered, worn copy - written in reverse, so there should be no problem reading the title through the looking glass - of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, in gold lettering on the cover.]
- it is merely a matter of not forgetting ourselves in the mindlessness of it.
To those who had to bear with me during my most recent transmission, I fear I may owe an excuse. It seems we have all been taking part in our own respective struggles the past week, and I didn’t manage to handle mine with the sort of grace I might have hoped for. My apologies.
[Now there’s the slightest hint of a smile on her lips. Her gaze strays to her folded hands on top of the book, and she continues without glancing back up.]
Wonderland could become quite the learning experience, couldn’t it? If we are like Alice -
[At this she holds up the book and raises her eyes again. It’s a tattered, worn copy - written in reverse, so there should be no problem reading the title through the looking glass - of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, in gold lettering on the cover.]
- it is merely a matter of not forgetting ourselves in the mindlessness of it.