Here I am at the end of day 8 at 3 metres. I had a kinda shit day and so I worked an extra hour, just cause I didn’t want to have to go back to the world where people could give me bad news. I’ve been having a bit of a shit month really, and much of what I have been thinking while I dig has been the petty ins and outs of these conflicts that reach me even here in this hole. At these times the hole becomes a kind of echo chamber. As I ring the earth with the crow bar, striking it loose, I think all those thoughts you have when your life is in conflict. He said. She said. Blah Blah. Around and around, the hammer ringing on the earth, the mind coiled for some kind of combat, rehearsing endlessly the battle that will never play. At the end of the day, I sank down in the silence of the hole, indulging in the act of not climbing out, the moment suspended by the fact that I didn’t have to admit to myself that it would end. Ultimately though, the flies, encouraged by my stillness and silence, descended on me with their angry flight and drove me back into the world.
I thought a close up would help. I think I look a little bit like Encino Man, except I just dug myself up.