The cave a thousand years ago had been smoky. He coughed as he'd entered it and wiped tears from his eyes. He was afraid because he'd done a terrible thing. He'd watched his sister drown and failed to help.

"Your punishment shall be fitting for the terrible thing you have done." The shaman made noise using a rattle constructed from bones and feathers. "You shall be cursed."

Wandering Weed breathed in the smoke. It felt as if it were alive and smothering his mind.

"You shall inhabit the hillside where you watched your sister drown. You shall inhabit it as a seagull, a seagull cursed to live forever."

Wandering Weed felt the cave growing larger. Something hard and yellow poked out from below his eyes.

"One day, in the far future, your image shall be drawn. Your eternal body shall be witnessed by as many people as days have passed. And only then shall your curse be lifted.

A small article appeared on the back page of the local newspaper the Sunday last.

A naked man was found yesterday morning on Alcatraz. A Mexican Indian looking man who couldn't speak at all. He was turned over to the INS and currently awaits a deportation hearing.