There is a beautiful Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park, and there is this little boy sitting on one of the mushrooms. Camera at the ready, his babysitter is telling him to hide the plastic bottle behind the mouse, but the boy keeps fumbling and the crowd by the sculpture keeps growing bigger and bigger. Phone-wielding people do not want this boy in their picture are they are becoming restless. There is one woman in particular who is about to burst with all that righteous indignation. The scene drags on and on, with the babysitter giving instructions, with the boy sitting on the mushroom, with the crowd seething. I wish this could go on forever. I'm sure Lewis Carroll would wish that, too.
Friday, 12 July 2019
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There is a beautiful Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park, and there is this little boy sitting on one of the mushrooms. Camera at the ready, his babysitter is telling him to hide the plastic bottle behind the mouse, but the boy keeps fumbling and the crowd by the sculpture keeps growing bigger and bigger. Phone-wielding people do not want this boy in their picture are they are becoming restless. There is one woman in particular who is about to burst with all that righteous indignation. The scene drags on and on, with the babysitter giving instructions, with the boy sitting on the mushroom, with the crowd seething. I wish this could go on forever. I'm sure Lewis Carroll would wish that, too.
