Like puppets, we are frozen and manipulated by this pandemic which makes us what it wants.
Who is the man? And what will he do now that he’s locked up at home? That he is afraid of his neighbor.
He bandages his nose and mouth and hopes to protect himself from the tiny and invisible micro enemy.
All are frozen in time. We are unable to move and live free as we were before. No more trips and the funny desire to conquer the world. Now it’s the covid 19 that travels the world in us and enjoys this time when man becomes an Object without concrete production.
We’re all on the streets dressed like clowns. Clown afraid of what a virus can do with their existence.
Like what it is not enough to be big to defeat a mini that us.
Myra Dunoyer Vahighene