I never liked watching the marionette shows as a child.
I always regarded those puppets, even though smiling, as unhappy.
Maybe it was because I hated seeing them attached to strings that dictated their every jolted and staggering move.
The squeaky, animated voice of their puppeteer only heightened my unease. Anything unnatural always set me off and still does.
Now, two decades later, I’m still watching these marionette shows, unwillingly.
They’re all around me.
Only this time.. I can’t see their strings.