Three Stones in the Street

I dream of having my own world.

In my world, nothing can hurt me. I am not stepped on all the time by people too big for me to stand up to. I am not kicked around like debris in the way of others. I am not crushed by the machines of urban life. I will not end up falling into the gutter, pushed in by the faceless crowds on these swarming streets of society.

Where can I find my world?

I think it is possible for my world to exist. I try to talk to others like me about it. They listen silently, but never reply, as if they do not hear me. I think they do not want to hear. I try to impress on them the idea that if we gather together something will change. They continue their silence.

Why can't they understand?

We can make things happen if we bind together! Instead of being rolled around by the giants around us, instead of being crushed for their use, we can become stronger! We can become obstacles to the giants, instead of them being obstacles to us! Instead of being like mere commonplace pebbles, we can condense and be like boulders, mountains! We can-

I fly to my doom, my thoughts useless.

"Hey, did you hear something? I heard a sound like someone crying."

"Crying? Oh, I just kicked a stone into that drain, and it made some sounds when it hit the sides of the walls going down into the sewer. Is that it?"

"I guess so."