
Through the Glass A long time ago, Alice saw herself in her looking glass and walked through into a topsy turvy world where everything was back to front and inside out. She drifted into a dreamscape of madness and unreality, without breaking the glass. She wasn’t cut by the shards of her mirror or the place she entered into. She had only to wake from her dream to make things the right way round again. But with a clear glass, a transparent window to the world, things would have been different. She would look towards a place where everything seems the right way round, where everything makes sense and adds up sweet with reason. There seems no madness in this place which looks easy for her to enter and welcomes her without sharp edges. But the clear glass is an invisible barrier to the life on the other side that seduces and entices her. And to step inside she has to break the glass whose sharp edges cut her, really cut her. And then propel her crazily on. Una...