To be immortal is to be bored of every sunrise. To forget your mother’s voice. To watch cities crumble into sand and feel nothing.
— For JLB, who is still dreaming us. Would you like a shorter version for Twitter/X or a Spanish translation of this post? the immortal borges
To read Borges is to enter a hall of mirrors. You think you’re reading about a Chinese emperor’s map, or a library of hexagonal rooms, or a man who dreams another man — but really, you’re reading about reading. About the shimmering impossibility of a final page. To be immortal is to be bored of every sunrise