So They Were Giants

So They Were Giants

Tuesday the 24th - The kids are back. It really shouldn’t surprise me at this point. They’re finding what they can where they can. And this rusting hulk offers them more than they expected. But they still avoid me and this place. They keep a wide berth, as someone must of warned them. Don’t know who.

Thursday the 1st - They’ve scoured the rest of the crater looking for more. I don’t think they’ve found any. I haven’t. Why else would they return here. They’re venturing closer but still keeping a healthy distance. Their parents must of said I’m some crazy old wizard to be out here. But I’m just protecting what’s mine. They’ll get bored and move on I suspect.

Monday the 5th - One approaches as I write. They’re clearly intrigued by what I’m doing. The amount of time they spend around here I have to wonder at what else they could or should be doing. But it’s not like the world didn’t collapse or anything. So maybe they don’t. Or maybe the tales of me are too enticing for them not to come around and this one just got the short straw.

Wednesday the 17th - Somehow I’m teaching a class in this dump. The children have gathered of their own accord and I don’t think their parents know it. Or at least none have come by to tell me off. But then I think the parents are more afraid of me than the kids are.


Today’s art is courtesy of Kirill Leonov from St. Petersburg, Russia.

Watch What We See

Watch What We See

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