Most doors are doors and nothing more, barriers from here to there, round, square, or rectangular, something to overcome on the way to getting something done or to getting somewhere else.
Then there's other doors, ones that dare you to open them, that taunt you and feed your curiosity, portals to other wordly places, passage ways, escape hatches and slippery slopes to the far edges of anything in your dreams or nightmares.
Doors like Alice encountered, ones that are too small or locked or talk back and point you in the right and wrong directions. What doors would she explore seeking adventure and unexpected experiences along these city streets? Ones covered in ivy, ones with iron bars shaped like limbs and leaves?
Would she venture through them, need a drink so she'd shrink and fit through their tighter frames? How would she, or anyone, know which doors offer more, which ones to ignore?
Thought provoking. Love it!
Brilliant! Me too loved it!