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This morning (Sat 9 march 2024) I decided to take a different route for my walk to see where it would take me. The first sign was a dead rat. I then knew in which direction to. I kept following the road until I noticed an entrance to a previously closed off area.

It was now possible to walk on the empty construction site as there were no workers present. I took the opportunity to get myself through the gate and rediscovered this old tunnel which I already passed through back in my teens.

Since it was now a construction site I looked around to find something else. That’s when I came across this other tunnel. It caught me with such authority that I had to take it in first. It looked surreal with the stony ground, some of them jutting out like spikes. Very Land Art-ish.

I was now facing two entrances to obscurity.
I walked towards the spiky landscape to see where the tunnel would take me. After the first corner it was too dark to carry on and I didn’t bring a light, so I decided to walk back and proceed with my walk.



   

After a few minutes I came across this tattooed tree. A depiction of a triangle was facing my presence. I took it as a sign, but I think it didn’t help me much in my exploration.

The next thing that caught my attention were these feathers. Who depilated a pigeon in the woods? A fox, a dog or maybe a hungry homeless person…Anyways, I followed the feathers as I took them as a cue for my quest.


       

As I was coming to the end of the feather-path, I got attracted by this remaining bird pieces on a tree trunk. I was mesmerized by it. I believe I've found the reason for the loose feathers. I was looking at it very closely, sucking in every detail of it. I guess this was the end of my discovery. It was kind of a dead-end and I don’t think the goal was to bring the decomposed carcass with me (I would have liked though…but no use for the future)

This means the next thing that will need to be done, will be to explore the new tunnel and see where it leads me to. Chances are, I might find out who was culpable for the depilation. To be continued…