The Immortal Borges !!top!! (2024)

We don’t live forever. Instead, we live only in memory . And memory is Borges’s true labyrinth. It has no center. It has no exit. It is simply a corridor that folds back on itself, where your father is still young, where the book you haven’t written yet is already reviewed, where a blind Argentine man is smiling at you from across the century, saying: “Being immortal is unimportant; what matters is being remembered — and even that is a kind of fiction.” Read him. Reread him. Get lost. That’s the point.

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. the immortal borges

The Immortal Borges: Labyrinths, Mirrors, and the Man Who Outlived Himself We don’t live forever

We are all immortals — just backward.

Borges understood what Hollywood action films never will: Immortality is not superhuman. It is subhuman. It has no center