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1 " Asleep, I heard the sound of sleeping breath. Of one sleeping breath fumbling for another. They must be tangles with you, my breathing, my sleep, and my dreams. And I wanted to keep dreaming. "
― Bae Suah , North Station
2 " Sleep drifted about over lukewarm waves, like an anesthetic leaching in through veins, seized by sleep's phantoms... held within sleep, on eye make a simultaneous record of what the other sees. Sleep, the soul's gelatinous component, the made-visible half-form of that which is unsee. Dreams and the embrace of dreams, which always stir up such sluggish, stunned sensations. This things that stimulates my sleep, the respiration and waves of dreams, waves of breath, and waves of water, that chord and note. "
3 " The scenes recurred at unpredictable intervals, crawling fitfully in between those that appeared later, and I felt aware of things which is was not yet possible for me to know; the lonesome and oppressive fantasies of that time, which were nevertheless filled with conviction, have not completely left me even now that time has passed and I am utterly unable to tell whether these discontinuous images that, ever since that day, have come back to me for a time and calmly possessed me before once again fading away, are purely the constructs of my imagination, dreams dreamed in a waking state, sights that I saw a long time ago, or sights from the future that, upon encountering, I would feel that I had seen before. "