There is a man who wanders but he doesn’t see a thing
he has been wandering for days, probably weeks, wandering in the dark
only the echo of his feet resonates in his ears, he is really nowhere
perhaps he doesn’t even exist
yet one day he lifts his head, and realises that all this time he was wandering
eyes closed
he is not blind, he is not in the middle of a void as he thought
he walks on the mountain side, on a path traced by animals
at first he is surprised, but keeps on his way, and climbs, climbs
to the summit
Upon his arrival he glimpses a very large bird on the other side of the valley, perched on the highest treetop
and the bird cries out
and the man cries out
and they fly away together