In his usual, unique style that, to my knowledge, has not been replicated, Borges, with unusual candidness, confesses his own feelings about the particularities of his lone life. In the story, he runs into an earlier, younger version of himself, in a reflection of the nature of one's relationship with one's memory. A deeply personal, powerfully metaphoric autobiographic statement about aging and identity, Borges presents powerfully simple ideas in the most extraordinarily beautiful ways. A definite must if you enjoy the old man, or if you enjoy the intense aesthetic experience of the intersection between emotion and thought.