Why would he sit there?
Look at him, sitting on a rock.
Sitting on a rock beside the lake, he stares into the center of the lake where the moon is a perfect sphere glowing like a dentist’s lamp.
It glows for his eyes.
He is alone.
The others are sleeping.
Most of them are sleeping, one of them is crying.
The crying man deprives his friend of sleep, as his friend listens from a neighboring tent to sounds that he first mistakes for a rodent in distress.
But please don’t pay attention to the crying man.
He is unimportant, for now.
Instead, look at the man sitting on a rock by the lake.