remote control the bees nest television is full of breaking news. basinettes for microphones. i no longer talk into mirrors. there are dolls in the control room on the other side. when i say someone is always watching i mean the refridgerator is a garden of eyes. blink three times if you can hear me. when my hand moves without instructions i pretend i am a puppet for an audience of piranhas. click a button & the road kill deer comes back to life. another rerun. i tell the bones, "let's try this again." they turn static & i get bored of it all.