The greatest of journeys often begin in the darkest of places.
Dante knew this.
He also knew that the darkest of places are often the most intriguing.
Here, a hint of the road ahead, with shadows of a sinister character – the stuff of nightmares and horror movies, stuff of childhood terrors, stuff that goes bump in the night.
The darkness on the approaching edge of evening, the stiff breeze that portends change to come, the elegant wisp of smoke curling from some devil’s lips – these are the shadows that foretell of transformation.
Do not be afraid, though your heart tells you otherwise. Do not draw back, as fear proves more hospitable for him. Do not run away, because it’s the only way out.
We will battle the bunny. We will exorcize the demons. We will wage war with the world that created us.
Recommended by a FaceBook friend, this Natalia Kills song is a fitting accompaniment to these bunny photos, and it’s as cheeky a choice as any for the bad rabbits of the world.
We’re the kids your momma warned you about
We’re the kids your momma warned you about
Drive fast, roll tight, ride hard all night
We’re the kids your momma warned you about
We’re the kids your momma warned you about
Drive fast, roll tight, ride hard all night
‘Cause I eat boys like a cannibal,
Fuck hard, howl at the moon like an animal,
Eat me, drink me, straight down the rabbit hole
White lines, white lies, straight down the rabbit hole
When I fall in love, I fall down the rabbit hole
Down the rabbit hole, down the rabbit hole
Fall in love, I fall down the rabbit hole
Down the rabbit hole
When I fall in love, I fall down the rabbit hole
Down the rabbit hole, down the rabbit hole
Fall in love, I fall down the rabbit hole
Follow me down the rabbit hole…
Of course, there’s also the original ‘White Rabbit’ by Jefferson Airplane, with imagery that conjures Alice in Wonderland. Rich source material indeed, even if its author was super-creepy and questionable of moral turpitude.
One pill makes you larger,
and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you,
don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
And call Alice, when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head…
Both are escapes, both take us to places of dreams – and sometimes nightmares – and the journey is always a doozy. Take that journey with me this year ~ The Delusional Grandeur Tour: Last Stand of a Rock Star. Upcoming stops include Boston, Cape Cod and Seattle…
