Fairytale

There was a time when the earth was flat, and there lived a lonely giant. The sky was bright in the calm summer, and the fruits were sweet and ripe, yet the giant spent his days inside a dim tower, for only solitude could he see around. The sun had the moon, the moon had the sun: the deer, the dove and even the donkey had a peer.

One day, he asked the sun, “How can i relieve my pain?”

And then the sun said: “You will find love in the strangest place.”

With that in mind, the giant started walking. He walked and walked leaving giant footprints behind, all the way to infinite deserts and gloomy places of all kinds. Until he became tired and hungry, and he stopped. He had found no one, so he started to sigh: he sighed deeper and deeper, forming strong winds that never died. But his sorrow only grew.

Then he started carving: he carved with all his fury, he digged the deepest holes and piled up the tallest mounts. But he found nothing. At last he just started to cry: he filled the holes with his giant salty tears, that created oceans. They flowed down his cheeks, and created rivers. He cried and cried, curled up, bent, longing for the sweet embrace of a loving hand.

After some time, small little creatures were born out of the seas. And up until today we’ve lived thanks to the grief of this lonely giant, who later in life found out about masturbation.