It isn’t even like reading. More like hunting for treasure, or traveling through the county fair funhouse. Borges collection of short pieces has so enthralled me this afternoon that I can’t even think about much else. A lot has been made of his imaginary lands and allusions to fictitious fictions, but I simply can’t get over his erudite sense of fun. More must be flushed out, but for the moment I’m simply lost among the unremembered memories….