Prayer's a very tricky business.

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.