Jorge Borges stories and essays on a Friday night.
Deafheaven on any night.
I keep Borges's
by my bedside because his essays and stories are some of my very favourites to read and re-read and re-re-read. Sometimes I will reach over, stars bright in alive night and page open to one of his; knowing I won't make it all the way through, but knowing that there are few writers I would rather fall asleep to and have influence my dreams than the Argentine master of labyrinthine metaphysical narratives on space, time, and existence.
his short and moving first person account of a tragic historic-ish figure whose identity is not revealed until the final sentences...