They don’t put places like this on tourist maps. You won’t find it listed under municipal property records anymore. But if you drive forty-five minutes past the last gas station, past the cell towers that blink out one by one, you’ll find the rusted gates of what locals simply call "The Banban Site."
In the front office, the computers are smashed. But the sign-in sheet for visitors remains. The last date is September 13th. No year. Just a frantic scrawl at the bottom: "They are not puppets." banban kindergarten in real life
We now know that promise was a lie.