Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

This is one of the strangest books I have ever read.

And that's saying a lot when you consider it was first published in 1865 for children, full of rhymes and popular expressions.

Weird and wonderful at the same time, possibly because of the memories it brings back as a child, but maybe because of how weirdly psychedelic it quickly becomes?

I've no idea how it's possible to know so much about a book I can't consciously recall having ever read? Perhaps teacher read it to us in class, or a loving parent sat at the bedside, or maybe it was subliminally absorbed through media over time, so widespread it's become commonly disseminated information?

Maybe I magically visualized the contents through psychotropic drugs later on in life, so why no recollection of the caterpillar sitting atop a white mushroom smoking a hookah, with strains of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka about it, as it gradually transitions into a butterfly in the same way that Alice goes from big to small to big again?

The Amazon Classics version on Kindle has bundles of little drawings and amazing portrayals of life in the Wonderland and, best of all, it's free.

Such a strange and magical world on the other side that's all just a dream.