upload : 2007_09_03 1997_02_13 a bag hangs from its handle he carries it everywhere he goes the shovel has become an extension of his body or maybe a weapon against solitude and acceptance it is unclear whether he desires to plant or be planted it seems he does not need to know that he digs as a means of survival unlike stealing oxygen under his breath he repeats a mantra that explains his need to find the root of the matter and once he was told by a salesman that if he dug a hole deep enough he would reach the other side of the world entries contact