2015

"...One thing, or an infinite number of things, dies in every final agony... In time there was a day that extinguished the last eyes to see Christ; the battle of Junín and the love of Helen died with the death of a man. What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose? The voice of Macedonio Fernández, the image of a red horse in a vacant lot at Serrano and Charcas, a bar of sulphur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?"

Listen to this while you scroll.
Literature by Jorge Luis Borges, song by Yann Tiersen.