To the One Who is Reading Me by Jorge Luis Borges

TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH BY TONY BARNSTONE You are invulnerable. Didn’t they deliver (those forces that control your destiny) the certainty of dust? Couldn’t it be your irreversible time is that river in whose bright mirror Heraclitus read his brevity? A marble slab is saved for you, one you won’t read, already graved with city, epitaph, dates of the dead. And other men are also dreams of time, not hardened bronze, purified gold. They’re dust like you; the universe is Proteus. Shadow, you’ll travel to what waits ahead, the fatal shadow waiting at the rim. Know this: in some way you’re already dead. Twitter：@camelliayang Website: https://www.camelliayang.com/ Join 1,000+ lifelong learner to receive a monthly newsletter from the Chiwi Journal.