The Ant by Philippe Nacson

Red ants attract the child attention. Their invisible track enthrals him. Drifting off his contemplation, he cannot cease to see their legs and under his nose rolling abdomens are passing through. He feels like being rocked by the flow of a wave. Maybe he sees himself lying down, a suspended body, over the swaying of the ants and the wave of abdomens carrying him slowly in the distance. Philippe Nacson

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