Short Story #3.1: The Grand Canyon

This world is so particularly broken that even the fissures in the ground could tell you a story about how madness made its name. In this world, every time the pain or the suffering of someone overflows their bodies and spills out into the earth, a crack, or a break, appears. We have ocean ridges from love affairs and sidewalk cracks from two week flings. We have lines through the middle of statues from everything that just wasn't meant to be. We have sinkholes from the hollow love that tears us apart from the seams. We have potholes from the people who we loved so much, and who just aren't in our lives anymore. We have dents in cement from the relationships that barely survived the beating. We have holes in the walls from poisonous pasts that we just can't seem to mend.

Everything has a story; every hairline, every hole, every cave, every ditch. 

So tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon.