Days [ ) A web of time | Jorge Luis Borges, 1941

Alvin Langdon Coburn, The Octopus, 1912

“This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries –embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and yet in others both of us exist. In this one, in which chance has favored me, you have come to my gate. In another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In yet another, I say these very same words but am in error, a phantom… Time is forever dividing itself toward innumerable futures.”

Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths, 1941

Also:
Emanuel Swedenborg | A poem by Jorge Luis Borges, 1899-1986
A Personal Library | Jorge Luis Borges, 1985
Paradise will be a kind of Library | Jorge Luis Borges