On a mountain that is thickly wooded with pines, there is a giant. He sits stumped upon the mountainside, carved out of a cliff that reaches out from the peak. He is pensive, thinking with his hand upon his furrowed brow. It is a solemn sight, to come across this great stone giant in the forest clearing. For upon the giant’s foot is written, “Man is the loneliest animal, and a giant is the loneliest man.” Scholars and philosophers have pondered for ages over the meaning. Great cities have risen and fallen, but still the stone giant sits, unmoving. Some say that one day he’ll wake up, and one day we will understand what he meant.
On the day the world broke, the stone giant fell. Tremors shook the mountain violently and the stone giant fell out from the side of the cliff where he had been carved. When he fell to the ground below, he did not crack. Instead, he thudded violently upon a thick layer of pine needles. There were men who saw this happen, men who had been herding their goats when the quakes began. Those who made it away said they saw the giant fall and then catch himself upon the ground. They claim he stood up and walked tall and unyielding away from the place where he was carved. Soon the giant was no more and the mountain began to crumble. As the mountain fell, the great prairies and plateaus beyond became like an ocean, rippling like waves heaving up great clouds of debris. The shaking made the great sea beyond explode with mighty fury from far below. Great rushing torrents of water swallowed the heaving earth making a great river of mud that moved slowly like molasses, raining chaos for thousands of miles around.
That was the day the earth changed. And for a long time, there were no pine forests or mountains, or stone giants that sat pensive upon a cliffside. There was only large expansive mudflats, and tall peaks that shot from beneath the earth, looking like great stone daggers striking the earth-choked sky.
Far past the old days, after the earth had rebuilt itself. A new race of man was born. In two thousand years, he had spread across the world, and made great monuments of metal and glass. He paved away the forests and built great birds that flew faster than the fastest rushing river. He made horses out of steel that sped across the empty void between his forests of metal and glass. The people all lived clustered together, in buildings that spread infinitely up and down. They made loud noises and thick smoke. They lived quickly, but for ever man who died, two took his place. There was no room for giants anymore, for the world was already full of them. The people climbed higher and higher up their great towers, each wishing to be the tallest. They set up flashing lights and colorful paintings. They went everywhere, until there was nowhere else to go. Not a shimmer of sky could be seen, and not a bit of earth lay uncovered. Everywhere and anywhere were the people of this hungry race. They were all giants, and although they numbered in the trillions, they were each as lonely as could be.
The people that grew too fast were short lived, and yet it would take a vey long time for the earth recover. However, they were very unimportant in the whole scheme of existence. There were no heroes in that time, and no adventures like in the times of the stone giant. If I were speaking about the history of Earth as a whole, I wouldn’t bother to mention the fast-grown people. However, there was in fact one adventure in this time. It was only recorded once, and it’s validity is disputed by scholars. But, if you asked the stone giant, he would surely wake and tell it all in its full…
Dating is so stupid, I don’t I’m going on a date ever again. Because I know the stupid jokes I’m going to make, I know what boring things I’m gunna talk about. I know I’ll be stumbling over my words and not be able to make a cohesive topic of conversation. I need to refresh the social interaction sector of my brain. That’s the one part of my life that I need to keep surrealism out of, but It’s the one part that ends up with majority of my surrealist outlook.
Every day I avoid social situations I get worse and worse at carrying a conversation. Yesterday I was at a BBQ and was talking with my neighbors, except I kept tripping up on words and losing focus on giving a clear point.