The narrator blames the birds. And you want to blame the birds as well. I blamed the birds for a long time. But in this story everyone is hungry, even the birds. And at this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that itโs a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
Richard SikenI wouldnโt kill your pony. Iโd like to believe it, anyway. Iโd like to believe I wouldnโt drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasnโt come up.
Richard SikenYou see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
Richard SikenI don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and any other body.
Richard Siken