That's it! I found it ... At least I think so; unless it's still a decoy created by my lost mind. How long was I in the water? How did I end up on this island? Finally, I found traces of life. It's amazing how quickly you learn to see on a desert island. For once, It almost makes me want to laugh. Earlier I found myself squatting in the wet sand as if I were a hunter tracking the tracks of his prey. I think I had been going this way for over an hour, without even realizing it. Here I am, searching for traces, blending into the landscape. One day if a tourist arrives on the island, he'll think I'm a native. I Mean if I'm still alive.
It was behind a large tree with large shiny leaves that I found them. At first, I didn't pay attention to it. I thought it was probably the trail left by some animal behind it. I noticed that sometimes the sand moves around. There must be worms circulating below the surface in search of some food nesting in the wet layer. Now, I'm hungry too — all the time. I've sat down for a while, and I looked. Then it came to me. Damn it! All you had to do was stop; the evidence stroke me in the face! These intertwined lines, these ruptures of rhythms, these traces that stop to start again elsewhere, and then these changes of color. What animal would do that? I found human traces. Finally!It looks like a map. It is almost as if someone wants to show me the ways... However it's a maze, and someone or something is fooling me. I feel like someone is watching me. This situation is unbearable, and it reminds me that I am still lost and still alone. I'm almost sure I've already passed by this tree on the first day when I went all over the island. There was nothing there.There's something they want to tell me. They want to contact me. I have to look again. Maybe at some point, I'll understand what I see.