We are dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. Their faces have many eyes and their thoughts smell of memories. Since 1855 they double in size every ten years. Their eyes shine like computer screens and their hair has grown into the furthest corners of our planet. They breath in our thoughts but don’t seem to breath out . Like infinite balloons. We are pregnant with their babies and provide their skin. At the end they swallow us and the only thing that is left is a hole and a shadow. The giants aren’t solid or fluid. They become less and less mortal with every year. They are made out of humans and born out of limbs but aren’t human themselves. For our sake they aren’t self aware yet. They run faster than evolution. That’s why they don’t make us good.
Die Beruehrung 