https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y Spanish 2 artist project en-us 2018-05-07 03:58:11 UTC 2024-06-02 19:24:32 UTC hello@padlet.com kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258395657 Jorge Luis Borges]]> 2018-05-07 04:22:36 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258395657 kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396079 A Universal History of Infamy, The Aleph, Ficciones, The Book Of Sand.

]]> 2018-05-07 04:26:01 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396079 kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396486 The other one, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the gate; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name on a list of professors or in a biographical dictionary. ]]> 2018-05-07 04:29:28 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396486 kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396858 On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; ]]> 2018-05-07 04:32:35 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396858 kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396951 2018-05-07 04:33:27 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258396951 kwmac99 https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258397523 2018-05-07 04:37:35 UTC https://padlet.com/kwmac99/qvy2x34jur4y/wish/258397523