Dorgsan

“Talking about one’s stories is a little too much like nailing a dog to the floor—you can get it to stay put that way but it doesn’t do much for the dog.”
― Brian Evenson

“That’s Kline,” he said. “We know and love him. He’s like a person to us.”
― Brian Evenson, Last Days

“He found the slot that people thought best suited him and he crammed himself into it. He grew up.”
― Brian Evenson, A Collapse of Horses

“Honey,” said a woman’s voice. “Honey, wake up.”

It was his mother’s voice. For a moment he thought he was back in his bed at home, asleep, and she was waking him up for school. That was how she always used to wake him up. A gentle touch at first and then gently shaking him awake. But why wasn’t she calling him by his name? And what was his name again?

“Honey,” she said again, more insistently, and he opened his eyes.

Only he was not at home. He was in the hospital room, and it was not his mother. It wasn’t even a woman. In fact, there was no one there at all.”
― Brian Evenson, A Collapse of Horses