A classic Moebius.
Everyone knows now that Mars is barren. Robots, equipped with small remote-controlled shovels, are being sent there at great expense, and they are stubbornly digging the soil in the hope of discovering fossils curled up with ancient bacteria. I found it simpler and less expensive in terms of technological investment to grab a blank notebook and let the pen run on paper, a dreamy and random stroke. Of course, this method of another age is far from providing the scientific guarantees that are essential in any communication official, and I did not even try to get a box in Sciences & Vie. This notebook exists however, and the strange creatures that populate its pages exist with him and in him