Hello everyone. Just a short post from me today as I have been unwell with a virus all week. Emma xx
How quickly did the belly of despair turn itself over into hope, the give of the skin of overripe fruit.1
Isabel took a breath to answer and found that she had no answer to give. Found that she did not know the precise meaning of the word enough, the way Eva used it—not what it meant in relation to another, in relation to her. She had held a pear in her hand and she had eaten it skin and all. She had eaten the stem and she had eaten its seeds and she had eaten its core, and the hunger still sat in her like an open maw. She thought: I can hold you and find that I still miss your body. She thought: I can listen to you speak and still miss the sound of your voice.2
Despair. Hope. Enough. What IS enough?
Answers on the back of a postcard (or in the comments) please.
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Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep. Viking: New York City, 2024, p.133.
van der Wouden, p.165.