The man who killed the idea of tanks in England can’t remember why he did so.

(from McSweeney’s, #22)

Of course he can’t remember much of much. The story winds in and out of the old man’s redundant thoughts, mostly fond wartime memories. As short as this was, its ideas seemed properly exhausted by the end. This one didn’t make me think much once the last words were read.
Love the magnetic spines on this collection.