amy bloom on ‘hope’

from the book Away

Sometimes it’s the case that when you hear the thing you have most wanted to hear, you cannot take it in. Hope is everyone’s mirage and everyone who comes upon that green and grassy spot, the swaying date palms and the bubbling blue pool, is temporarily taken in, even people who have been there before and even when, upon closer inspection, the oasis is nothing but a reef of sand; even with grains of sand blowing lightly across our faces, we find ourselves standing on soft grass of a tenacious, unreasonable green.

• ← raspberry collins = chatty cathys
• the plank needs to walk the plank already →