Through the years, a man peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, horses and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his own face.
"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."
- Jorge Luis Borges, "Poema de los Dones"
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