It's about Martha, she has seen all her deads, there are many. She has seen ones where she drowns after slipping into the shellfish tank in Sea World. She has also seen one where she is showering and can't hear the fire alarm, there she is burn while wet. She has also seen when she dies of old age next to an oak. Martha has decided not to give much importance to these visions she has after drinking tea. She has a policy of not fearing dead, or quitting tea just because of visions.

 She doesn't really want them, or asks for them, they just come. She expected at first that it would be useful to see the future, but after weeks of seeing her dead a few so many times, she concluded the magic tea could only show her dead. And of course at first she was scared, the was terrified to see all the ways she could die, she started avoiding the public transport (dead of falling down the exit stairs and then being crushed), the movies (an epidemic new disease that can only be contracted in the dark), and the carrousels (something with a lot of short circuits and shocks).

 But Martha was no phony, she stopped caring after a year or so and she went on with her life. She has gone on, sort of having a clichéd reminder of how special and meaningful life was, just every single time she drinks tea. The only thing she has kept caring about is not to wear a red Pashmina. Not only are they out of season, but in every single one of her visions, she died with a red pashmina hanging from her neck, a nice one (Prada), yet hanging from her dead neck.

 

  

It is also about Jerry, he can't see into the future, not like Martha, not like any of us. (Almost) every person has plans, can speculate into the future and predict; often not accurately, yet predict. He can't, he has never been able to imagine the world having another dawn the other day. He doesn't have... perception, some would say. Needless to say Jerry has no dreams or hopes, or nightmares or worries. Jerry can't care because of this, and even if he could, probably he wouldn't.

 Since he didn't fantasized his life since he was seven, he was not disappointed when he found out it was hard to be an astronaut. Since he didn't plan his career when he was twelve, he was not shocked when he found life is cruel. And since he didn't have any expectations when he was twenty he now works as retail seller without frustration or hopes of ever ascending. He lives by the day, working in a clothing store; he gets free bubble wrap paper.

 Aside from having no sense of prediction or estimation, Jerry had a fascination with living things. Since he was very little he watched the insects and the cats, very attentively, being amazed by their capacity of living. But what brought Jerry away from being a veterinarian or zoologist was that he didn't just liked life, but taking it was what he must enjoyed. Feeling how a mouse grasped for his life while being squeezed in his hands, looking the fear in the eyes of a cat being cut open while held by the paws. He wouldn't have lasted long in the business, aside from the pact that he didn't have the skill for grooming a Poodle.

 With the years, Jerry's obsession with seeing life and ending it had to be hidden, the stains were too notorious. So he is now careful, and organized, and very tidy; he has also become a murderer. He sales expensive coats at day and skins people at night. He does feel guilt, he is not a monster, but his guilt can't last long, he can't imagine himself in the future being held responsible. 

 Now, Jerry watches a lady in the store, he sees her, she is beautiful, and full of life. He keeps staring at her then he approaches. He is blown over by her, he keeps seeing. After he helps her find some cloths, he recommends  a red Pashmina, which would match perfectly. And after insisting for a few minutes, Martha, the costumer tried it on. It looked great on her.

 

by I'm the penguin