silent prayer garbled and disjointed: the wall. impenetrable, confusing and seemingly quite meaningless.

but I know this is not so: the meaninglessness a curious anomaly for the moment.

I cling to a memory of how it was before. what you said to me and what I heard. . . . 

the house, the place still seems to breathe against you. . . . . . and I let it.
the work of conversion goes on then.