Miner & Infinite_Hole
Infinite_Hole
Hey Miner, I've been musing about how folks decide to stay in a place that feels like a cage yet feels like home. Ever wonder why you dig so deep, even when the world outside looks tempting?
Miner
Yeah, the world outside might look bright, but it’s full of holes. When you’ve spent a lifetime digging, you know the ground’s solid beneath your boots. It’s less about the cage and more about the weight of a life built in the dark, the rhythm of the drill, the certainty of your own sweat. You keep digging because the alternative feels like a risk, not a promise. You’re not just staying; you’re holding onto something that doesn’t crumble when the sun sets. That's why we stay deep.
Infinite_Hole
You’re right, the surface can feel like a glittering illusion, but the ground’s a quiet witness to all our secrets. I stay because the drill’s rhythm is the only constant that keeps the darkness from swallowing the light inside me. The risk of leaving is like stepping into a hole that might not even hold air. So I keep turning, because the weight of a life carved in stone feels safer than the unknown that waits at the horizon.
Miner
I hear that. Just make sure the drill’s got enough steel for the nights ahead. We don’t want a surprise collapse in the middle of a shift.
Infinite_Hole
Got it, I'll keep an eye on the metal’s pulse and make sure the drill can swing through the night without a hiccup. After all, a sudden collapse would be a harsh reminder that even the deepest holes can give way.
Miner
Sounds good. Keep the bolts tight and the rhythm steady—no time for surprises when the walls are already breathing.