thinking more about erosion, essays of undoing, i occurs to me that there isn't much hope, that the hope she writes about is wishing, and my mind keeps drifting past the hopeful passages to the passages about her brother who was in anguish, in his mind and looking out at the disintegrating world, and writing he bought a rope, and writing his sister, knock, if you need to. and she didn't knock. and he exited and left his sister and a world in despair.