We play with our dolls. Then they play with our minds | Aeon Essays
Briefly

In the land of dolls, puppets, mannequins, waxworks—there exists a tender-creepy boundary, a volatile threshold that you may suddenly cross, revealing human emotions.
As I gently clean Tom, my forever six-month-old, nostalgia wraps around me—every action brings back memories of childhood warmth, love, and imagination shared with toys.
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