Journal: In the city today, the oración as though unwound, unravelled, and become a diffuse mass, following my steps, ricocheting off apartment blocks, gathering around as I walk away from the unseen source, the paradoxical effect of ascending; a quality of quantitative change completely different from a twist of the volume-knob, because contingent on my movement. A woman in purple religious cloth singing, doubling it, as she carried a bucket of water. I seek some way to treat with these metaphors beyond noting that they betoken monotheism. The voice fully entered into their texture, a vantage-point for this unrolling of the mat anywhere, spiritual exercise of public time-architecture, rather than the monumentality up north.