It was absolutely ages ago.

A caveman, maybe a neanderthal? stood at the edge of a rocky cliff, at the border of a forest, overlooking plains painted by the sunset, with little meandering (actually the technical term here) rivers snaking across them like those shitty marble paintings you did as a kid, which hadn’t been invented yet, and neither had you.

He stared into the distance. He didn’t have any headphones in and didn’t have any sunglasses on, which was fine by him because neither cataracts nor eye cancer were a thing at that point, and Spotify subscriptions hadn’t been invented either.

He was all alone because he’d gone off in a huff, because his mate pissed him off by hogging all the mammoth steaks. But he was feeling a bit calmer now and decided that he might forgive him, although he couldn’t really articulate it because both language and therapy were still in their infancy. So he sighed and said “ug”, and perched himself on a little rock to watch the last of the light.