DIGGING.
a work-in-progress self-publication. documentation and research.
i dig the tunnels so that when the explorers find my body it’ll fetch a rare price.
i’ve been here for years - excavating and burrowing myself deeper. collapse is always a looming threat, but i am dilligent.
i gather water from the aquifers and feast on creatures with many legs. i have everything i need here to keep digging.
i hear the footsteps treading above my hollowed ground, trudging along until they too become vague and distant. i wonder if they can feel it - the cavern beneath their feet.
they find me wearing those gifted denim overalls. hand-me-downs. from person to person, another to another - it was a long chain of exchange to get here. i get a satisfaction out of being the last one to wear them.
long after the rest of me has slid off and been given to those that patrol my halls, these are the things that will remain.
i’ve been here for years - excavating and burrowing myself deeper. collapse is always a looming threat, but i am dilligent.
i gather water from the aquifers and feast on creatures with many legs. i have everything i need here to keep digging.
i hear the footsteps treading above my hollowed ground, trudging along until they too become vague and distant. i wonder if they can feel it - the cavern beneath their feet.
they find me wearing those gifted denim overalls. hand-me-downs. from person to person, another to another - it was a long chain of exchange to get here. i get a satisfaction out of being the last one to wear them.
long after the rest of me has slid off and been given to those that patrol my halls, these are the things that will remain.