Day 2: Churchill, Canada
The bear perambulates the perimeter with a mild curiosity, looking occasionally, vaguely, towards where I stand. He lies down like a big white dog. Gets up. Sits down in the grass. Turns and yawns… As if there is no one there. Certainly, he knows exactly where I am. And yet, though he sees at least as well in daylight as a human being, if I did not know better I would tell you I have not been seen. That is his sine qua non: Apparent disinterest. When in fact he is aware of every smallest thing. Invincibility is a very particular thing.