Digging the Pit

There is a man, and he is digging. It is slow, painstaking work: laying out boundaries and borders, sorting the barren landscape into distinct areas, carefully disassembling it and meticulously documenting everything he finds. He works alone, because he has no choice. He has no one to assist him, and nobody is willing to fund a project like this. There is only the man, with his tools nearby and his camp some distance away, and the hole slowly growing around him.