How far down are you willing to go, Alice? Across the slithy wabes that twist and change around you? Into the wonderland that Bacchus dreamt, of flowing silks and acro-nymphs? Hear the vorpal rhythms of a band that snicker-snack against stilted monstrosities. Down the rabbit hole, nonsense will find you and gyre you into mired planes of aerial feats and spinning treats. How long can you watch the mimsy show? Will you gasp at the trapezist who freefalls but never falls? Will you callooh and callay at the fantastical shapes that change before your eyes? Either way, you may find that even you have different forms.