A compass / Una brújula

A compass / Una brújula by Jorge Luis Borges  All things are really only words in a tongue of endless gobbledegook that someone or something is writing in a book that is the history of the world. In herds, you, I, everyone, Carthage, Rome travel, and my unfathomable life too, and this stigma of havingContinue reading “A compass / Una brújula”