Borges' Dream

 

I dreamed I was awakening from another dream - an uproar of chaos and cataclysms - into an unrecognisable room. Day was dawning: light suffused the room, outlining the foot of the wrought-iron bed, the upright chair, the closed door and windows, the bare table. 

I thought fearfully, 'Where am I?' and I realised I didn't know. 

I thought 'Who am I?' and I couldn't recognise myself. 

My fear grew. 

I thought: This desolate awakening is in Hell, this eternal vigil will be my destiny. 

Then I really woke up, trembling.

JLB 1929