Giants Being Lonely 2019 Ok.ru -

But on ok.ru, in a quiet thread between a giant and a lonely boy, nothing was strange at all.

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?”

“Does anyone else feel like the last of their kind?”

Every night, after the humans in the village below had turned off their lights, Grigori would sit on his mountain throne, pull out a phone the size of a cinder block, and scroll.

Grigori’s profile was simple. His profile picture was a selfie—just his left eye and a chunk of a cloudy sky. His name: “Last of the Stone Folk.” His location: “The Northern Pass.” He had 142 friends, none of whom he had ever met. They were babushkas sharing jam recipes, truck drivers posting sunsets, and lonely teenagers sharing depressive memes.

Dmitri wrote: “Yes. Every day.”

He posted photos no one else could take: the inside of a glacier, a thunderstorm from above the clouds, a selfie with a reindeer that had fallen asleep on his palm. Each photo got two or three likes. A woman named Svetlana always wrote: “Beautiful. Stay warm, dear.”

In 2019, the internet had become a city of shouting voices. But for Grigori, the last of the Northern Giants, there was only one quiet corner left: ok.ru.