So. Will you stay? Will you run? Will you argue with a flower? Will you weep because a flamingo won’t hold still? It doesn’t matter. I’ll be watching. Not because I care about the ending—endings are so terminal —but because I love the moment just before the ending. The pause. The doubt. The grin before the vanish.
It isn't a speech. It is a vanishing act performed with words. Cheshire Cat Monologue
Go ahead. Try it in the mirror. Let your lips curl. Let your eyes go wide and empty. Say the words slowly. And then, before you finish the last sentence… leave. Let the smile linger. That is where the magic lives. Will you argue with a flower
"Ah. You’ve arrived. I was beginning to think you’d taken the wrong turning. Or the right one. They’re the same thing here, you know. Mostly. I’ll be watching
In an era of anxiety, productivity, and relentless logic, the Cat offers a strange relief. He reminds us that not every question has an answer, and that sanity is often just a consensus hallucination. When he says, “If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there,” he isn’t being lazy. He is being free.
(Touches the corner of his mouth, then vanishes. A pause. Then only the smile remains in the darkness.)
No, no. You jumped. You just don’t remember.