I had a small-town life - I worked at the local McDonald&#39;s for three years. I&#39;m not sure why they kept me: I am something of a daydreamer and a dawdler, so they would only let me be the &#39;friendly voice&#39; that greeted you when you entered the restaurant.

When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet...When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world...

But emotions were, indeed, wild horses and they demanded to be heard. Brida let them run free for a while until they grew tired

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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