It is heavy in your hand. Different from any other rock, it has sharp edges and an almost glimmering surface. I remember black granite as grains at the bottom of my aquarium when I was a child. When fed, the fish would mistakenly pick up small grains and spit them out again in disgust. I remember having read somewhere that the surface of the earth is made predominantly of granite; a solid foundation like headstones at a cemetery.
Words by Annette Brogaard