Caveman

He was not amongst the hunters nor, the ones who were gathering food. But, he was amongst the community. He was the one who was drawing on the wall. That was not the only task he was doing, writing their history. He helped with organizing all the tasks. An architect?

That is not precisely correct, as he was a caveman after all. A thought that has been haunting him. A question, asking about the reason for all of this. A reason to defend against one kind. Something within him, feels oddly out of time. The thing that tells him that, there should be a reason behind everything. The time of isolation that he had when they all went with their tasks, had given his mind the time to think and reflect. He is unsure if he was starting to make sense of it all, or losing all sense. He knew that, with all the respect that he has among the others, he is still different as he is not doing what everyone else is doing. The one thing he was able to tell at the time was that, even if experience can be lived alone. It loses a lot of its meaning without the others.