time sorta stops when i 'm in pj 's house-it 's sorta like stepping into a real church , not like father chee 's converted-store-strip-mall church , but like some ancient holy stone church that smells of centuries worth of praying and hoping and believing , sorta like in the catholic church where i was confirmed , st. dymphna 's , and pj 's house feeling holy is strange , because-after reading so much of private jackson 's poetry-i 've sorta gathered that he 's in the nietzsche-donna-ricky camp .