You pull out some boulders first. Then you find out that under the boulders are iron rods which are rusting. There is also a cement mixer, a sand-loaded lorry, a top-blown bus, a wheel-missing auto and a headless body of a young man.
"What am I digging here? Is this a historical site or a man-machine graveyard?" you ponder.
You also discover some pieces of marble. That white-stone which has made Taj the moon on earth was a surprise you are not prepared to receive. But then, you are not even prepared to find a body under the boulders when all that you are looking for is some copper coins and bronze vessels. Well, if you are lucky you might stumble upon coins made of gold and silver, but yeah, that is that. You don’t really want to discover a tomb full of jewels, nor do you want to uncover a truth which might change the world, that is not what you are digging for. A few not-so-precious possessions is all that you desire, for the more precious things you possess the less precious is your life and the lives of others connected with yours.
There are some pieces of plastic which have remained the same after all these years. God knows how long they have been here, you have dug pretty deep now, dug under the headless body. They still seem fresh, like they were manufactured a couple of months back in a brand new plastic factory which also manufactures plastic for those nauseatingly perfect, rather, trying to be perfect, Barbie dolls. You look at them with disgust, you now know why people in general, green people in particular love to loathe it. It just never goes away. Even if you dig deep. Even if you burn well. Even if you dump them in a sewage which ends up in the pristine blue ocean. It just never ever goes away.
You dig deeper. You don’t intend to find skeletons in a cupboard. You actually don’t expect to find cupboards there. But there it is. A nice, shiny, grown-up human sized cupboard. You don’t want to open it. You have strongly smelling suspicion that opening it will open a can of worms which will only multiply once they come out. There is an urge to still peep into it, but finally your mind wins over your heart. You push it aside, without opening the doors and dig deeper.
You dig deeper till you realize the dug hole is so deep you cannot get yourself out of the hole. Damn it. You aint got a rope. You aint got a ladder.
You look up and scream. You hope there is someone who will listen.
You despair. You realize.
Before you get in, ponder. Have you brought a long enough ladder?
"What am I digging here? Is this a historical site or a man-machine graveyard?" you ponder.
You also discover some pieces of marble. That white-stone which has made Taj the moon on earth was a surprise you are not prepared to receive. But then, you are not even prepared to find a body under the boulders when all that you are looking for is some copper coins and bronze vessels. Well, if you are lucky you might stumble upon coins made of gold and silver, but yeah, that is that. You don’t really want to discover a tomb full of jewels, nor do you want to uncover a truth which might change the world, that is not what you are digging for. A few not-so-precious possessions is all that you desire, for the more precious things you possess the less precious is your life and the lives of others connected with yours.
There are some pieces of plastic which have remained the same after all these years. God knows how long they have been here, you have dug pretty deep now, dug under the headless body. They still seem fresh, like they were manufactured a couple of months back in a brand new plastic factory which also manufactures plastic for those nauseatingly perfect, rather, trying to be perfect, Barbie dolls. You look at them with disgust, you now know why people in general, green people in particular love to loathe it. It just never goes away. Even if you dig deep. Even if you burn well. Even if you dump them in a sewage which ends up in the pristine blue ocean. It just never ever goes away.
You dig deeper. You don’t intend to find skeletons in a cupboard. You actually don’t expect to find cupboards there. But there it is. A nice, shiny, grown-up human sized cupboard. You don’t want to open it. You have strongly smelling suspicion that opening it will open a can of worms which will only multiply once they come out. There is an urge to still peep into it, but finally your mind wins over your heart. You push it aside, without opening the doors and dig deeper.
You dig deeper till you realize the dug hole is so deep you cannot get yourself out of the hole. Damn it. You aint got a rope. You aint got a ladder.
You look up and scream. You hope there is someone who will listen.
You despair. You realize.
Before you get in, ponder. Have you brought a long enough ladder?
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