The Index of Everything I Meant to Do
I keep a list of the projects I will finish someday. It is longer than the projects I have finished. Borges would call it a library. My wife calls it the garage.
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THE LABYRINTH
A Map Drawn by Someone Who Left
My cousin sent me a map of our hometown drawn from memory, forty years after he moved away. Half the streets are wrong. All of them are true.
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The Line You Were Not Standing On
Somewhere a line was drawn across Iceland and northern Spain, a few hundred miles wide, and on one side of it the sky went black and on the other it just went dim. Borges would have wanted to know exactly where the line was.
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The Resume as Labyrinth
A resume is not a map of where you have been. It is a map of where you might pretend you always intended to go.
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Borges in the Tobacco Barn
Borges wrote about infinite libraries. I found one once, in a barn outside Pittsboro.
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The Map and the Territory
My neighbor keeps a map of Chatham County from 1923 on his wall. He says it shows where things should be.
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