A man
sets out
to draw the world.
As the years go by,
he peoples a space
with images of provinces,
kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships,
islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses,
and individuals. A short time before he dies,
he discovers that the patient labyrinth
of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
-- Afterword to El hacedor, 1960

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