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2009-08-02 | |
Deeper and deeper Iâ€™m going in the labyrinth, chasing the more and more fading away phantom of an old Ariadne.
When I learned that there was no Minotaur and Iâ€™d been lured inside so that Iâ€™d let my bones to rot trying to get out, Ariadne had run away from me. Despite her thread spun on the halls, she was as well lost, trying to keep me away from the exit.
What she doesnâ€™t know is that Iâ€™m not chasing her to have my revenge. I donâ€™t even want to catch up with her. As soon as Iâ€™ve realized that her goal was to take me well away from the exit, I understood that she could help me in my quest.
Two or three times I even put my hands on her, for the sake of appearances, but I pretended to be careless so that she could escape. I think that she suspects nothing. In a way, Iâ€™m playing with her. And perhaps she thinks that sheâ€™s playing with me. In fact, maybe the labyrinth is the one whoâ€™s playing with both of us all this time.
I feed on all the insects I can find in the cracks. Every now and then I catch up mice and small lizards. Normally, I wouldnâ€™t do it, but I have no choice.
Iâ€™m not short of water, for the moment. From place to place there are fountains where I can fill up my last water skin. I drink from it bit by bit, I donâ€™t know when Iâ€™ll be lucky enough to find the next one.
For some time now, Iâ€™m completely alone. Ariadne has vanished, I donâ€™t sense her ahead of me anymore. I was disturbed for some moments, but then Iâ€™ve understood that it didnâ€™t matter. I can go on unhindered with my quest without her help the same as before. I left signs on the walls of all the halls Iâ€™ve been passing through, so now I know whether Iâ€™m moving in circles or Iâ€™m making any progress.
Maybe she, Ariadne, finally discovered the exit. Or maybe she died and her body lies somewhere, on a hall I havenâ€™t passed through yet. Maybe the exit isnâ€™t any longer where itâ€™s supposed to be. After we came in, it might had very well been closed up. But I havenâ€™t found any wall looking to have been fresher built than the others.
Iâ€™m overwhelmed and fascinated by the huge dimensions of the labyrinth. It didnâ€™t look so gigantic from the outside. Sometimes I have the impression that itâ€™s built as Iâ€™m going further inside, I even heard voices and footsteps a couple of times, but I know that such thing isnâ€™t possible.
In a way, the labyrinth has become my world and my home, the last and only one. My bones will rot here, indeed, not searching the exit, but something totally different. Maybe the goal that the builders and Ariadne had it in view from the very beginning is fulfilling in this way. However, it doesnâ€™t matter anymore.
Sometimes I wish to know what the people outside think about me, what story they tell. Perhaps they forgot about me the moment I made the first step inside.
A faint light is dragging me in the distance. Is this the exit or my quest has finally come to an end?
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