Of late, I have been thinking of various mental illness, of schizophrenia more specifically. Off how those who schizophrenics most likely just blur the lines between dreams and reality. Hallucinate in daylight sure. But how they probably fail to tell their dreams apart from what really is happening. And while I was just pondering about stuff on those lines, I ended up doodling this –
Now, I am not trying to spoil Cinderella for anybody, but what in reality, she was just a depressed, malnourished girl, with baggy eyes, who wanted to go to the ball and could not.
And so she wept herself to sleep, and then woke up in delirium and imagined going to the ball with the mice and pumpkin? And of course, the beloved dog. Beauty with a problem?