Giants Being Lonely Ok Ru | PLUS - PICK |

He is broadcasting live to an audience of three.

So we talk. Every night. She tells me about her cat. I tell her about the weather above the clouds. She sends me little yellow hearts. I send her a mountain. She can’t see the mountain, but she knows it’s there.

Age: 3,412 City: The Abandoned Quarry Interests: Long walks through tectonic plates, virtual strawberries, not stepping on things. Status: In a relationship. giants being lonely ok ru

I joined OK.RU because my nephew—he was only 90 feet—said, ‘Uncle, there are people there. Millions of them. Small, loud, funny.’ He’s gone now. Stepped on a power plant by accident. They didn’t forgive him.

But me? I just post. Photos of my breakfast (three deer, a tractor). Videos of me fixing my torn tunic with a crane. Sometimes I cry. The camera doesn’t shake when I cry. That’s the worst part. He is broadcasting live to an audience of three

“When you are 150 feet tall, silence is the loudest thing in the world. My footsteps shake the earth for a mile, but no one answers. My voice can break clouds, but it only echoes off empty valleys.

Привет, Koloss. Still crushing castles? Koloss_74: No. Tired. My back hurts. User2: Where are the other giants? Koloss_74: Gone. Asleep. Or they walked into the sea. I don’t know. User1: Why are you still here? Koloss_74: [Long pause. He picks up a pine tree and eats it like a celery stick.] The internet. You people. You talk to me. No one else does. She tells me about her cat

The video opens with grainy, late-2000s digital noise. A massive, weathered face fills the frame. His skin is the color of old stone, etched with canyons instead of wrinkles. He is sitting on what appears to be a mountaintop, but the camera angle reveals it’s actually just his shoulder.