Day 151: Rivers of stone

Day 151:

There’s  a chasm that empties into the chasm I’m working in, so now I’m trying to dig up and down, east and west, all at one time.

I’m mostly deciding where to dig based on which direction is safest, because there’s certainly plenty of rock in every direction.

But since these chasms are big and stretch a long distance, I’m also fighting off a lot of monsters.

I’m building walls just to protect myself. Which is what walls do, admittedly, but it’s a lot to deal with.

I’m spending enough time at the east end that I’m sleeping there most nights. I’m starting another ducken skin mattress and hanging the skins in my living quarters.

Watercolor of a cross-section of the earth. Top, sky. Then, grass and some dirt. Then a mishmash of different colors of stone: grey, tan, red, and white. Flecks of black and gold and red and blue can be seen throughout the mishmash.
A little bit of what I’m dealing with.