Tuesday, August 8


Borges y yo

I happened to be in the men's restroom at the Virgin Records store on Union Square this evening, a rather sordid place I resorted to only from being in extremis, and noticed amid the quite astonishing tangle of graffiti and second-hand stickers that nearly covered every inch of the place, including the mirror, that someone had scratched a little circle in the tile at my elbow and scribbled "El Aleph" above it.

Sadly, I did not see all the mirrors on the planet or convex equatorial deserts, or even any measely tigers, afterwards.

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