The Little One was walking away from the ship, westward along the coast, straight through the dunes and brush. At first, the third eye kept his attention. He would stop, take the hoop off, turn it this way and that in his hands, so our monitor screen would show the pale sky, or the bluish-green mask of his face, or the frost-covered sand. Eventually, he let the hoop alone. I don’t know if it was the way he moved of the way he put the hoop on, but it looked like the lens wasn’t facing exactly forward, but somewhat off to the right instead. The screen showed a succession of dunes and frozen bushes; sometimes, we would see the purplish mountaintops of the black ocean with glistening icebergs on the horizon.
It seemed that The Little One was wandering aimlessly; he just went wherever his eyes
