They became unlikely pen pals. Dmitri sent pictures of his drawings—monsters that looked sad, not scary. Grigori sent back photos of footprints in the snow that were twenty feet apart. Dmitri asked, “Are you a giant?”
He had discovered the Russian social network a decade ago, back when his loneliness was just a dull ache in his massive stone ribs. He couldn’t use Facebook—too many people tagging photos of mountains that were actually his sleeping cousins. Twitter was too fast. But ok.ru? Ok.ru was slow. It was full of grainy videos, forgotten music, and people who simply wanted to share a picture of their garden. giants being lonely 2019 ok.ru
She thought he was an old hermit. She wasn’t wrong. They became unlikely pen pals