Beasts of Burden
Xohn trudges forward. Day in and day out they push and pull, carrying their offerings from one mercantile to another. With each interaction their ward only grows heavier. Xohn would never call it a burden, but being the soothslicer others have an inkling that it takes a toll on Xohn.
They punt through the alleys, past floating dumpsters and cats scaling the city’s facades. They push past others making their own offerings and carrying different types of burdens. When they come to Madam Dahl-Lee they stop and smile.
The Madam hands them a bowl of broth which Xohn takes with both hands and a nod of the head. Even in the heat and humidity of the early morning the bone broth sustains and energizes. In return Xohn places their hand on the back of Madam Dahl-Lee’s neck, above the point where her neck meets her shoulders and the jack, rests their forehead against hers and draws out all that should not be.
Xohn is meant to dispose of what they collect - to cleanse not just the Madam and the others whom he soothes, but themself as well. They haven’t been. Every mote they collect has been placed carefully, lovingly into a reality Xohn established.
They tell themself it’s so they can study the motes. To better understand that which afflicts their people. But even Xohn wonders if it’s an excuse.
Today’s art is courtesy of Su Jian from Beijing, China.