The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 7

by Beth Brower

“It feels as if you are wandering the empty house that was your life, the rooms so familiar you can’t deny you once inhabited them, but everything is sparse: bare windows, naked floors, and all the paintings are gone from their frames. It is the loneliest feeling I know, and I am sorry.”

“You know those rare afternoons when sunlight is slanting across the fields but it’s raining? It always feels like such a thing should be impossible, and no matter what else has happened that day, you feel absurdly happy? That is how you look now, thinking of him.”