"A lifetime of global observation grounded locally in the colloquialisms of central North Carolina"
Somewhere a line was drawn across Iceland and northern Spain, a few hundred miles wide, and on one side of it the sky went black and on the other it just went dim. Borges would have wanted to know exactly where the line was.
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A resume is not a map of where you have been. It is a map of where you might pretend you always intended to go.
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Borges wrote about infinite libraries. I found one once, in a barn outside Pittsboro.
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My neighbor keeps a map of Chatham County from 1923 on his wall. He says it shows where things should be.
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