Through the years, a man peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, horses and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his own face.
– Jorge Luis Borges
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What is there to say about such an insightful, profound description of what we all somehow do while being on this plane?
Just sublime..
Germán Herrera