14th March, 2012
Dear Abministrator,
I am alone, pacing around. The labourers are still in their slumber but we will have to get going soon- the passages have started filling up with soil, it is dropping on the labourers and covering them up, the whole army of fine builders is getting buried here.
I am becoming a shadow of a shadow; my shadow is always in front of me, a shadow on all fours with crooked back, a haunch for storing fats.
Regards,
Warren