Quote by Jorge Luis Borges

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the nig

Summary

This quote suggests that the night holds a certain allure because it eliminates the distractions and trivialities of ordinary life. Similarly, our memory filters out insignificant details to preserve what is truly essential. Walking through the suburbs at night evokes a sense of solace, reminding us of the power of simplicity and minimalism in quieting our minds and allowing us to appreciate and focus on what really matters.

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Memory

By Jorge Luis Borges

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