Time and space, moving like a jellyfish. Expanding and
contracting, floating up and falling back, but still moving
slowly towards a fixed destination.
Even though we lost orientation, and our brains seemed to
have melted shortly after we came to this desert, I have the
strange feeling that we still are on the right track. Something is
pulling us, taking control over our will at- taching us to this
invisible twine that strings between the dunes.
The dumb commitment by the crew to such an insane
expedition is somewhat frightening, but what can we do except
keep going further, hoping to find the unknown. The heat helps
us forget, forget the doubts, forget the past. So we drift through
the desert like brainless jellyfish through the sea, heading
towards that relieving surface that will open our eyes again.
The feeling of total exhaustion is erased by the repetition of our
stride. But with one step the balance has suddenly changed,
and another monotony enters our lives. A slight but audible
sound of waves growing louder with time, reaching an
unbearable level after what felt like four days. It’s clear that
we couldn’t reach it, the sound prob- ably wasn‘t even
produced by water. Still, we feel it sur- rounding us, every little
hair on our body vibrating with the waves. It is in the air, not
in our heads.
After another four days our limit was reached. We stood still,
looked at each other until one after the other col- lapsed,
dipping into the surface of the dunes, passing through to the