mannequin moments: wall drug
frozen in time with you
Wall Drug: A South Dakota mini-mall crammed with props from the past. Ice cream parlor and a soda counter. Penuche fudge and taffy. In the dry goods store: hammers, cookbooks, plaid shirts, hats. Mannequins in hoop skirts. Long guns and guitars. Cowboys around a campfire. Relics from another era.
“What if you suddenly became a mannequin, frozen in time?” I ask my travel companion. “What if it’s your eventual fate? And it’s at the moment you’re at your happiest. Like . . . boom! You’re turned to stone. Or plaster?”
“Sounds like a cross between nirvana and jail,” she says.
Very cool place! There were definitely some strange sites.
Wonderful! Am I sentient or not as a mannequin? If I'm not sentient, there are certainly worse ways to go. If I'm a sentient mannequin with a frozen face of happiness and internal turmoil, that would be hell.