In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep you never were. I don’t know what I am. I don’t know if I am or not. […] And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is.
William Faulkner: As I Lay Dying
30 September 2019
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