NICE & CLEAN - matt loughlin

As he stood in the shower, lukewarm water running down his face and blocking his ears, he realized he didn’t know a goddamn thing.

Seriously. Not a goddamn thing, he thought.

What he knew - or thought he knew - felt feeble and and untested. Information accrued from a wash of random stimuli - like pond scum that gathers along the banks of a rushing river. He knew fragments of parts of things people thought they had once heard from some guy in a bar somewhere a few years back.

He couldn’t even remember if he’d already washed his armpits or not. He lifted his arm and sniffed. 

Matt Loughlin
Occultation and Other Stories
Laird Barron