Sunday, February 6, 2011

Considerate Feelings of Nothingness

Descending from above, not unlike the creator of a dove. A multi




The string pulls at the puppets arm; raising and then lowering it. Another string moves the leg. One step, then another, then another. Quizzically the puppets head turns, pulled by yet another string. The puppet lurches forward. a string is pulling at its chest. Panic enters his eyes. All these strings, pulling every which way. Where was his control? The string attached to his arm became taught, his arm began to rise. He tried to resist, he tried to pull down, but his arm still rose. Then his other arm followed suit. He spun around. These strings controlled him, pulling every which way. His only hope of freedom was to break them.

The puppet breaks the strings that control him. Just to realize they were not controlling, they were moving him.

Jumbled in a lifeless, wooden heap, the puppet realized his mistake. The strings were keeping him awake?.

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