The giant

[Pæs]

The door swings open and the first thing you see is so much face like Chesteron's Sunday, growing larger and larger as he nears. I fear if he gets too close his face may be too big to be possible and that I may scream aloud but he stops a short distance away before the thing entirely fills my vision. Unfortunately this immense scowling mask is in proportion to the rest of the giant's body. I'd forgotten than people could get so big. I'd forgotten what it was to find a person intimidating. In the shadow of the giant I am suddenly too conscious of the insignifiance of the Lilliputian almostmen I lower myself to associate with each day. Fuck those people.

I think the giant owns the bank. He has come because I have broken something of his. No, I think I was just there when it happened, but I feel as if I should apologise anyway and only refrain from doing so because some merciful chance or perhaps dismissive disinterest on his part. An appliance has stopped working, as I understand. Something has gone wrong, in any case. Something trivial, I think, but the giant has been invited in to make sure everything continues on according to plan.

Fuck those people. Fuck those people.

We hardly share the same world and where our lives are the same, we describe them with words too different. Some cases I attributed to recent acquisition of our language, others to general illiteracy and ignorance but I've come to realise that what really separates us is just how damn small these people all are. I never thought I was like them but I thought we were similar. We're not and now I remember and on the way out the door I see the giant eye to eye and I see he is surprised because I remind him that he is not alone is being so large. Fuck those people.

[Doktor Howl]

Oh, I LIKE this one.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Ooooh. VERY nice.