“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” (27).


notes: vagueness, ‘unsaid’, internal turmoil/conflict, different ways of dealing with death and loss, escapism in regards to sleep and dreams


Faulkner, William. As I Lay Dying. New York: Vintage Books, 1990. Print.

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