To tell you the truth, my Nation, I slept through history lessons. I also slept through lessons about society. I slept through ceremonies and assemblies, conversations with elders, teachings, admonitions, encouragements, and warnings. Even the readings, picked up in bursts of an urge not to sleep, I slept through.

But it was not a peaceful sleep. I did not rest. I tossed and turned. I was tormented by nightmares. I dreamt of my brother in a linen chest slid under the bed. I pulled him out from there unconscious and revived him. I apologized to him for something and cried over him. I felt terrible remorse. I dreamt of myself in a coffin. I was suffocated.

But I also sometimes dreamt of various girlfriends in various poses. Sometimes they were favorable.

I rub my eyes.