The Ripeness is All

Conversation #8: Greet Death

Wendy: Blake, Blake! He said I was ready. He said I could leave today.

Blake: That's great! That's awesome! You're finally coming home. Your mom and dad are going to be so happy. I can finally tell them you're alive.

Wendy: No, don't. I mean, I'd really prefer to tell them myself. I want to just hug them and feel their warmth.

Blake: Okay, I won't tell them.

Wendy: First, though, I want to hug you. You're my best friend, Blake, and I want to thank you.

Blake: I want to hug you, too. When you are getting here?

Wendy: I'm going right now. Meet me behind the garage. You remember?

Blake: I remember.

Wendy: Good. I'll see you there.

"He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone."

« James Joyce, Dubliners

Conversation #1: A Song for Our Fathers

Wendy: Hello, Blake.

Blake: Wendy? That can't be you. This is some stupid prank, isn't it?

Wendy: No prank. Remember that time we kissed behind the garage? We never told anyone about that.

Blake: Oh my god. It can't be you. It can't.

Wendy: Why not?

Blake: I just saw your dad. I was just there.

Wendy: Where, Blake?

Blake: Your funeral. You're dead, Wendy.

Wendy: I'm not. I don't understand it, but I'm not. I mean, I was walking alone and it was freezing outside and I remember thinking how stupid it was not to wear my mittens and then...then I saw him.

Blake: Him? Where are you, Wendy?

Wendy: I don't know. Somewhere cold. Colder than I've ever been.

"Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I’d use them so
That heaven’s vaults should crack. — She’s gone for ever! —
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She’s dead as earth."

« King Lear

Conversation #4: Look into the Air

Blake: What do you do over there?

Wendy: I don't know. Sleep mostly. I think. At least, I go to sleep and I wake up and I assume time has passed. We can't really measure time here.

Blake: We?

Wendy: There was someone else. He put someone else here with me.

Blake: So you're not alone anymore. That's good.

Wendy: I thought it was. Except the boy...well, the boy he brought just wouldn't stop crying. Just nonstop crying.

Blake: Can you blame him?

Wendy: No, I guess not. But he didn't like the boy crying. He...did something and made the boy stop. The boy he brought looks weak now. I don't think he's going to live here very long.

Blake: Wendy, doesn't that bother you?

Wendy: Should it?

"Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning."

« Nursery rhyme

Conversation #6: Time Stops

Wendy: He let me out of the house today, so to speak.

Blake: Is he going to let you come home?

Wendy: Not yet, but he let me outside. It was weird.

Blake: What do you mean?

Wendy: It was a weird place. I don't know if it was his home or just a place that he travels through, but it was...still. Quiet. I couldn't hear anything.

Blake: What did it look like?

Wendy: I don't remember. Actually, I remember walking through a door and there was a great city, but I don't really remember what the city looked like. And we didn't stay in the city for long, just a few minutes before passing through another door. And then we were in the quiet place. The white place. I didn't like it there.

Blake: Are you okay?

Wendy: I don't know.

"In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone."

« Christina Rossetti, Mid-Winter

Conversation #3: Magic Hours

Wendy: He's gone now.

Blake: Gone where?

Wendy: Back to the world. Back to the lonely people. To the cold people.

Blake: Why can't you just give me a straight answer?

Wendy: Because I don't know the answer. I don't know any answers. He doesn't talk to me, not really. He sings these stupid nursery rhymes and then I black out and when I wake up, I don't feel the cold as much.

Blake: Why?

Wendy: There are no whys here, Blake. No answers, no lessons, no reasons.

Blake: I'm sorry.

Wendy: No, I'm sorry. It's just, I'm worried. I'm worried one day I'll wake up and I won't be able to feel anything at all.