Proof that Descartes was wrong about only knowing je pense donc je suis. There is no way in hell I could ever pense up these ideas so it's at least me and Borges. Read for an existential crisis/awakening with no mushrooms required. Not just one, either! It's every other story.

The characters range from vehicles for the story to idiot vehicles for the story but when the stories do this to your brain, who cares. They are also brief enough not to overstay their welcome.