my name is omun a stone splitter and i write this to exhale my frustrations: curse this place, it is kak and i dont want need it like it feel it warm to it. the work is hard to the point muscles on mens legs dont look like flesh but stone itself. i wake up and until i sleep i carry blocks of sandstone that my back was not made to endure, my hands have been cut up by so much flaking stone from chiseling that i have not hands anymore, two paws of flesh that are calloused to the point they feel like coarse cloth. and the sand! it gets everywhere. the eyes the ears my feet my nails i swear ive seen myself piss sand and above all the mouth i hate the most, cuts my tongue and dries it out -- everytime i bite food i near break a tooth from the granules leftover rolling around in there. makes me think of the food -- blehhh, i hate it, ta hell with it! its always mushy by the time it comes to us and the heat and dead air robs it of all its taste, theres never enough water down here -- if any, just beer and so im always hot and thirsty have the feel of salt, and dont get me started by the way that the beer is so warm it sickens me. they give us breaks sure with a single day off but they dont let us leave! to work here you must agree that you cannot leave the place for two seasons. otherwise they're too scared they want make their quotas because some people will jump mine, and thats the reason i dont get to see the sun for 6 months!? when you come outta this place you have to cover your eyes for one week or youll risk damaging them to the point of blindness. so fuck this place fuck its purpose and fuck you whos reading it and think i complain too much