/lit/ - Literature

...among mud and dirt and brown Jonathan awoke. He smelled excrement and unknown smells of dank and dirt that confused him. He stood covered in filth and turned in a circle observing the horizon. He emitted an odd whimper like a dying dog and then said hello, and began a conversation with a decrepit old man leaning on a cane.
"Young man I aint seen you here befo, and I know everyone here. It's my domain son. Whats your name, tell me bout yourself. I needa know bout everyone in my home."
"Old man, I do not know my name, and I do not know anything about myself. I do not know who I am, but sir, I must say this place is unfamiliar."
"Son, ya do best n follow me if ya need a home."
The old man stumbled through the rutted streets with the young man, and they arrived at a river where Paul sat among brownness.
"This man shall be called J, I hereby decree it, friends."
J sat down in the dirt and was handed a lit cigarette by Paul, and he dragged on it and contemplated the river and listened.