Diologue with Borges

I found myself walking down a corridor. I searched my memory to try and find out how I had gotten here, but nothing came to me. I walked on, and started to think of the hallway as somewhat unsettling. Then, out of nowhere, a door appeared beside me. After a brief moment, I decided that the unsettlement of the hall ruled over the fact that I didn’t know what was behind this door. I opened the door. Nothing happened. I opened the door a little further, and saw an old man sitting in what seemed an immensely large and dark library. All sorts of dusty...