Puppets

Some puppets are immobile. Some puppets can be wound up. Some puppets have glass eyes. Some puppets are manufactured to have poopies. [I continue on like this, “Some puppets do X, while other puppets do Y,” playing on idea of puppets, the limits of what a puppet can be, and end with something like,] Some puppets are staring at you doing your taxes in their head [, or,] Some puppets are people and deserve to be exposed as puppets and die [, or,] Some puppets have clones who sodomize cats [, and I get to the end that way. Puppets look vaguely human so I consider them uncanny, or not alive, then, by an afterthought, not yet alive, and then, again, alive and I just don’t know it. But what about a toothpick that wakes up at night and plots my destruction? Why can’t a dent in a wall have sentience? A small theater company in St. John’s, Newfoundland, put on a staged version of Reservoir Dogs. They thought it was a really clever idea.]