Our curtain rises on a darkened stage. The show hasn’t begun yet. In the wings, past the faded backdrops and garbage mounds of unused props, in the hidden places where the limelight can’t reach, a Resident of the Nowhere toils in secret. This is the Puppeteer....

Our curtain rises on a darkened stage. The show hasn’t begun yet. In the wings, past the faded backdrops and garbage mounds of unused props, in the hidden places where the limelight can’t reach, a Resident of the Nowhere toils in secret. This is the Puppeteer....

Our curtain rises on a darkened stage. The show hasn’t begun yet. In the wings, past the faded backdrops and garbage mounds of unused props, in the hidden places where the limelight can’t reach, a Resident of the Nowhere toils in secret. This is the Puppeteer....

Our curtain rises on a darkened stage. The show hasn’t begun yet. In the wings, past the faded backdrops and garbage mounds of unused props, in the hidden places where the limelight can’t reach, a Resident of the Nowhere toils in secret. This is the Puppeteer....

Our curtain rises on a darkened stage. The show hasn’t begun yet. In the wings, past the faded backdrops and garbage mounds of unused props, in the hidden places where the limelight can’t reach, a Resident of the Nowhere toils in secret. This is the Puppeteer....