One of those dolls (a prose poem)

I do not enjoy consciousness; subjectivity; agency. Please do not make me think about what you think that I think. I do not think anything. I have no opinions or desires. My head is empty. There is nothing inside it that can, for instance, fantasize about touching you. Do not infer from my behavior that I have interiority or emotions. If something is sweet, I will smile. If it is bitter, I will…