Jorge Luis Borges | "The Circular Ruins" | 1940

Dear Sorcerer,

Do you think that the man you dreamt up was dreaming someone as well? What if he was dreaming you? Wouldn’t that be a conundrum? Sometimes I feel as though someone is dreaming me. At night when the air is really still and half the world sleeps while the other half is awake I feel that my actions, my thoughts are not my own but someone else’s entirely. Could it be that we are all dreaming each other? That the whole world is just one big dream? I don’t know why I think you might have the answers to these questions but I really hope you do.

Sincerely,
Chelsea Rego