Dig

Your Street is My Street. A compressed frame in turmoil. The soft music of raging jackhammers with intervals. After nearly seven years of constant construction on my street, the road in front of my house was ripped up again one summer morning. A few days later the damage had been repaved; the Dig-Safe Marks company then magically appeared, signaling the start of another round of terror in the neighborhood, here brought ruthlessly to life.