Hatter’s Ball I Enter the surreal reality and the asylum too, for the surreal reality is a Hatter’s dwell and his reality as well. Hatter’s Ball II A confusing calm comes over me as the days draw dark and short. Sixteen hours of darkness a day blanket my world and bring with it a terrible cold, lending its freezing touch to everything once warm. I take refuge in the fortress that is my mind, guarded by my thoughts, warmed by my memories. In my mind I build a shelter and from this shelter a new world is born. The world outside is a confusingly cold calm and depressingly dark place, where life’s labouringly long and people have no heart. So in my mind I went and made a new reality, a surreal reality where I know it’ll be ok. But there’s a clash. . . . . . the world outside says I can’t have the world within but I exist outside to live within and I live within because outside is a world without what’s within. I’m lost. I don’t get it, why be forced to live real, when surreal is better? So I’m all dressed up, jacket and all, ready to masquerade in the Hatter’s Ball.