Somewhere ,on this planet, is a person that decided to dig into the Earth and live there.
He had to figure out lights.
Maybe candles, more likely low-draw LED’s and solar implements .
Maybe he found an underground stream and he setup a rudimentary hydro dam.
Lot of cans, lots of jars, a fresh water source and miles of tunnels.
He enjoyed the solitude and deep down he knew he was made for this.
The circuits are fried but copper is still copper, let the hyenas battle it out in the sunlight , a few prefer to revert back to a mole level of evolution.
All safe down here.
Quiet.
The home is arranged intentionally and this character has given up on everything that came before.
Never bothered much, never could muster much investment or faith in those things outside,
But down here, it’s nice.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
A simple structure with weatherproofed walls, dry inside, clean, minimal.
A place to rest, a place to cook, a place to think. A little kitty cat and a lifetime of supplies.
(We’re really in it now)
No, we are safe and we are content, THEY are in it now.
(They’ll find you)
They can’t find me in here, too deep, too dark. I could hear them coming from a mile away, I’ve booby-trapped all points of entry.
(What about when you have headphones in? And you’re listening to music)
Don’t ruin my fantasy.
Solar panels tucked away, high in the hills,, cables bringing the precious energy down to where I live.
Remote, Just a very remote spot and a secret entrance.
Nobody knows …. nobody knows where it is.
Dug into the Earth, nestled in stone,
No one can reach him in there….
How many people living at this exact moment are choosing to exist that way?
50?
A hundred?
8 Billion is a giant fucking number, there has to be some, at least a few characters out there had the idea and calling.
Dig a hole, pry the mud apart, build structural supports with whatever you can.
Dig deeper, and deeper, escape from everything up there.
It’s better down here anyways, you have everything you need and then some.
(The sunshine?)
I don’t care about the sunshine, cause momma,,,momma I’m coming hoooomee.- oz
There’s probably 50, worldwide, low level moles that dug into a mole existence.
Probably a thousand wealthy folk with forethought, bunker budgets and the like, luxury boxes underground, the highest security, stocked for lifetimes.
Enough to support a small village.
(Don’t hate the player, hate the asteroid)
Hate the EMP.
No hate here, just a daydream about living underground. Movies and stories and such.
The villain?
The villain is you and me.
“If everything fell apart, would love prevail?”
Can human goodness defeat fear and hunger? A landscape of the unhinged? Marauding about, spreading panic and terror?
(Maybe)
Maybe we’ll find out when your goddamn phone stops working, and there’s no gasoline, no working propulsion, no communication networks .
(Still got a shovel)
Yes indeed, could always become a mole person, burrow down into the ground, take some resources and set up base.
(What are you left with down there? All alone??)
The same things I started with.
Thoughts and hands.
I will never surrender this place.
I will clinch it so close to the chest.
I will cherish it and hold it precious and holy.
It will be the last thing I think about before I die…
Bet you wish you had one 🤣🤣
A nice hole in the dirt that’s all for you 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Very important.
not sure why, but you learn to trust your intuition .
There is something very important in here.. 🤔🤔🤔
I’ll never stop.
dawn 