Lost Dog

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

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