Divided

[ Labrynth of Despair - Screenshot from The Fall]

For Blanca, worlds were indeed divided. The before and the after, the dark and the light, the real and the imagined, the world of books and Blanca’s personal history, the lost, of course, and the found. The attraction of fairy tales was how aware such tales were of these boundaries—countries were divided into kingdoms, kingdoms into castleholds, castles into towers and kitchens. Fairy tales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the subconscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.
-Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions