Some small part of the world

And it was there that things began to go odd for me, that the world I thought I knew took a dark turn, and I began to see that all I had thought I knew I knew not at all. “Dapplegrim” by Brian Evenson

But, as I had argued to myself at the time, we were all of us compromised, we were all of us doing things we would regret and not repeat. “The Process” by Brian Evenson

There was a slow inexorability to it, the sense that it was a story moving steadily closer to something that it would be very bad ever to reach. “The Second Boy” by Brian Evenson

Which made him feel that he should hold himself very still, that he should be very careful about what he said, that if he breathed wrong more parts of the world would disappear. “Windeye” by Brian Evenson

Now, alone in the darkness and the silence, miles from Leeds, you have a hard time remembering, but you know it felt right at that time. “Leaving Leeds” by Brian Evenson

I was so sure that he had not said what he had said that I respectfully begged him to repeat his words. “The Fourth Scene” by Brian Evenson

For the briefest instant, he felt himself split into two, able to perceive unscrolling before him two possible futures. “Homecoming” by Brian Evenson

Only then did he realize it was not a voice within his head, was not another part of him. No, this was a voice coming from outside. “A bloody Hand to Shake” by Brian Evenson

If only I can figure it out , he told himself, then I’ll be able to go on with my life . But he knew even as he said this how arbitrary it was, how this act of understanding some small part of the world could not stand in for the many incomprehensibilities of which the world was composed. “Lost dog”  by Brian Evenson