Petronella Mill
An excavation of Borges’ Aleph

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I’d seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand;(...)

The Aleph, Jorge Luis Borges

Borges grasps a space that has no borders in an unlimited time. Real places and events appear in an imaginary chronology. A bricolage of words and history, you could say, where our perception is repeatedly challenged. This is what I understand as imagination; to see things, not in the way they are, but in a way they possibly can be. To use what is already there and tell the stories we (might) already know. Can literature, and more specific Borges’ literature be a method for an architectural project?