perhaps it's too dangerous to entertain such shifty guests.. when they entered I only saw their feet.. that's all they had.. then as the days flew by, i added little bits.. an ankle here.. a knee there.. hey! i almost have a skeleton. I must ask myself, have I spurned all this? Oooooooor is there a wind at their backs.. slowly blowing up the parts, counterbalanced by my own breaths... am i in a secret partnership? If it is so, our collective conscious is slowly edging to a grassy cliff.

I'm still collecting data, when im not in denial ... I am pretty sure that in the end, i should not activate the mechanism.. there are too many strings on both puppets.. this is dangerous, it's as if there is a hidden magnet.. if they swing too close, they may collide into a complex world of entropic entanglement.. strings will likely be cut, and all will watch as they spiral down to the deepest depths of the deep.. no one will catch them, there will be nothing to catch.. ooooh that would be such a shame!! Such a deceptive face. When i'm not looking, my hand sometimes looks for the switch.. it's something I will have to try to avoid.. I may have better luck avoiding a breath of air.

Without turning the lights on i will try to make my way to the fridge, and if i make it there, i will survive.