476.

But to think about Eric now, after these years of pain, is to contemplate something incomprehensible to me. Separation.

Of course I’ve thought about it. We both have. We’ve even done it. But because I’ve spoken the words, because I’ve lived without him for a period of time, doesn’t mean I understand it. Eric’s right, I don’t think about our marriage that much…But it’s for the same reason I don’t ponder my veins, or the floor of my room. I don’t ponder because I don’t even see the world without it. It’s too big, or buried too deep, with edges that thin out to nothingness, binding itself to everything else.

from Cleaving by Julie Powell

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About Amber Donofrio

A writer, contemporary art enthusiast, and nature appreciator divided between coasts.
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