14th March, 2012
Dear Abministrator,
I am very tired, it’s been a long time since I have managed a project myself… we came to complete standstill and I am at loss – as if at a strike of an internal clock all of the labourers laid down in the burrow’s passages, coiled themselves up under oil cloths and fell to motionless sleep. It may be that the smell of soil, thin air intoxicated them into being idle- they do not respond to my commands or even acknowledge me.
Such apathy has started getting to me too; I shuffle my feet and keep myself awake by walking around the silent burrow, strewn with bodies like a burial pit.
Good day,
Warren