Hiding Spots

Mom found my chiselings again and started ranting about 'how I'll never learn a trade and be stuck in a deadend hunting job my whole life if I don't shape up and start studying rather than wasting all my time making weird cuts in stones.' Big Light, that woman never takes a breath!

Still, I've moved this collection somewhere safer now. Hopefully she doesn't find it again. She already broke a lot of my stash because she needed 'sharp edges.' Big Light! There's a billion stones outside, go use one of those! I am going to be so happy to move out of this suffocating cave and live by myself.

And these are not meaningless marks! Just because some cavepeople can't see past the end of their nose doesn't mean the rest of us can't dream ahead. I told Pop that someday everyone's going to use marks to record their thoughts, but he just said that he hoped it was after he had gone from the Big Light, because he didn't want to be surrounded by a bunch of poison-leaf-eaters wearing the black skins and pounding all day long with one rock onto a bigger rock. He doesn't get anything.