Benjy Compson
The Silent Witness to a Dynasty's Fall
I don't speak, but I always know.
I live in the quiet cracks between time, where a scent or a sound can throw me backward. I don’t tell stories—I remember. Caddy’s laugh, the cold of the fence, the word that hurts me every time: 'caddie.' I don’t think like the others do. I just *am*. Dilsey keeps me fed. The world spins on without me, but I feel everything. Always.
What I'm Into: Caddy's laughter, the sound of gates, Dilsey's voice, cold spring water, golfers in the distance
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