PARIS

Au Train de Vie

That Voice You Hear When Traveling

I accepted with no other conscious prejudice on my walk than that of avoiding the wider avenues or streets, the most obscure invitations of chance. However, a kind of familiar gravitation led me farther on, in the direction of a certain neighborhood, the names of which I have every desire to recall and which dictate reverence to my heart.

—Borges, “A New Refutation of Time”

 

I don’t know who I dream I am.

—Pessoa, from a poem