Oliver Twist is playing out how I feel when I’ve been depressed for what feels like forever, have a good day and then ask to feel better and be made successful. “Please, Sir…” Mr & Mrs Bumble are playing my perception of God when He throws me down a “…dark, thin, winding stairway without any banister.”
I’ve endured being kicked while I’m down under the table, but I still feel their hard shoes’ impacts on my own soul’s ribs. I’ve climbed up the window bars and they dropped me into the crowd and they’re handing me over.
That, exactly. That or God’s laughing.