The Puppet Show

The light is on the stage. The puppeteer is in the trunk. The puppeteer has always been in the trunk.

I’m at the show. The show is about to begin. Here, in the theatre, is the show which is about to begin. It must be about to begin. I’m here at the theatre where the show is going to be. I’m here in my seat. I’m facing the curtain and waiting for it to rise. I’m waiting for the show to begin. I shouldn’t have to wait long. I’m never early for things. Thing happen just in time, for me. So the show is about to begin – because here I’m here, here in my seat, sitting facing the stage, and I’m in the theatre, and I can see the curtain, and the light that’s on it, and I’m waiting for it to rise. I’m waiting for the show to begin. The show is a puppet show. It must be, because of the trunk on the stage. It’s a large trunk, the size of a refrigerator, sitting on its end, on the stage. It’s sitting on its end, and the light is pointing at it, and lighting it up. The trunk has a section cut out of it, at the top, and a curtain is hanging in the window. The cut-out section is a puppet stage, and I’m waiting for the show to begin.