Personal Message
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“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
Alice: "I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.” ― Tim Burton.
“in a gentle way, you can shake the world.” a beautiful inspiring quote by mahatam gandhi
— dear alice,
today father said my hats weren't good enough to qualify in the wonderland's talent competition. he had always given me critics for my work and although i shouldn't mind them, sometimes i just wished he looked at me deeply and give me a reassuring smile. enough to boost up my morals and maybe then i'd be able to make gorgeous hats like mother. i've always thought that if i loved what i did then maybe someone else would too, but i guess childish wishes just aren't up for a reality check i guess i just won't be competing next year.
yours truly,
hatter
— dear alice,
once again i am being scolded by father for my work. he told me today that my blue feathered hat was simply untasteful. apparently my present to the red queen didn't satisfy her as much as i had thought it would. i guess when your head is a big as a gigantic cloud in the sky you fail to see art. honestly, if father was going to be this angry with me then he should have made the hat himself and personally send it off to her. maybe she'd give him some red painted roses for her thanks. i don't know alice, i am beginning to think that making hats just isn't for me.
yours truly,
hatter
— dear alice,
alice my dear, i've found a new hobby for myself today! i helped a group of wealthy business men sell a fine piece of art stolen from the musem today at the brothel. i know i shouldn't be hanging around the desire district so much since i am terrible with women, but truthfully, everyone there only knows me as the crazy mad hatter who stops by to throw extravagant tea parties every now and then. i can't really explain why but i feel confident whenever my face is all painted and makeup up. maybe it's just my strange sense of fashion or something, but it felt great to actually be great at something for once in my life. instead of criticizing me for my errors (if there were any) the people who were hoping to sell a stolen piece of art work were actually proud of me. maybe i am worth something after all, aren't i, alice?
yours truly,
hatter
— dear alice,
remember how i told you about my talent in selling stolen goods? i know, i shouldn't be too proud about it on that part, but alice, i've been personally handpicked by a wealthy tycoon to help him deal in his black marks. he says the pay will be good and i could continue to host my parties as however i wish. i'm sure this is truly a great thing. can't say i'm not a little worried about all the stolen art works of course, but c'mon alice, for the first time i feel like i'm actually alive and livng the life that had been meant for me. father may not agree, but making hats for people isn't my job choice anymore. i mean, what's life without a little danger you?
yours truly
hatter