Asterion

 

I went inland, far from the river, where only flies reign. I have traveled great distances without any specific purpose. I have not found anything.

 

Oh, yes! I discovered in the middle of the forest a dead village where life has yielded all the space to the vacuum and to some mercantile activities. Are we not in the 21st century after all?

All this reminded me of the Home of Asterion, the short story of Borges.

All the titles of the photos are extracted from the House of Asterion, 

 

Borges, Jorge Luis. 1964. The house of asteron. In Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings, ed. Donald A. Yates and James E. Irby, London: Penguin. pp. 170-172

 

 

 

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