Mike Carson

A Few Notes from the End of the World

Call me Rat-man. I doubt that I would recognize the sound of my true name were I to hear it, those strange puffs of air that conjure up the world. Nothing remains save the Rat-man’s mind (however tainted) that is its own place and contains the world entire. I am the last voice; this is the last story, and I am sorry that there are no better words than mine to tell it.