Synopsis

There is a thingy in a place. A thingy that has been there for a long, long time. Or, maybe, for just a little while. Some pass by and see it. They are surprised, or angry, or they ignore it. Some try to explain it. The rings of the Queen, a blind pastry, an old telephone, and even a dead hen… Everyone has something to say about this thingy that does nothing and is just there. Is the thingy all of this? Is it something else? Or is there nothing?