No, there’s more heads than you bother to count.

You’re pointing at the stage and ignoring the strings of not-paper in your hand.

It doesn’t even bother to note you that those strings are zapping all bothersome you feel from being so obnoxious from having to count them and make sure no one stole your strings.

You thought the strings brought you dinner.

That dinner just poisoned your whole decaying concept of having a concept of perception to begin with.