The worst of boredom is to listen to the dreams of others, the worst of rudeness is to force others to listen to them, but nobody is forced to read, by writing.
One night a strange character appeared to me and told me what follows. To be precise, he was writing all this and I was reading over his shoulder. And for even greater precision, he wrote in a “universal” alphabet and language, I shouldn’t have understood, but I understood all the same, perfectly. It was vivid and bizarre.
“…en un plazo infinito le ocurren a todo hombre todas las cosas”. J. L. Borges
