as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.
Alice in Wonderland
What is lost in the forest?
By this, my question is double. First, what am I privileged to leave in the forest, and beyond—or perhaps facing—what does the forest, to no accordance with my own wishes, take for itself? From Shakespeare and Hellenic tradition, there is the magical wood cleaved against the social hierarchy of city or kingdom. There, the forest gladly slakes itself on the fetters of rank and breed— at least, while we have yet to leave; dryads and fairies are not its magic, but the suspension of identity, whereupon the latent and carnal forces—love, lust, id—take centre stage. I...