Others

The others are 7. Each one for a day of the week. They are each seeing their life at its brink. What is left with them is what they have made. While the Jeweller adorns himself with an earring, the Reflecter adores himself in his mirror. The Perfumer enjoys his own perfume while the Conner tricks himself into believing. The Soothsayer tries to find what’s his own future is in this uncertainty while the Clother dresses himself in his own fabrics. And at the end of the week, the Sweetmaker, all tired, bites a bit of his own tasty little rasgulla. Where is the world going? Is this what the world is doing to itself? Is the world, through the pandemic, consuming its own creation?