February 10, 2003
I reward myself with a lunch break of Pattern Recognition. Somehow the fact that Gibson's got it nailed, those fragmented, surreal moments of inner distance that return to haunt you, does not discomfort me, perhaps because the events of that recent fall, towers burning into collapse, unbelieveable as they are to us, naturally fit in the world of Neuromancer and Burning Chrome. The bleak future he initialized nearly 20 years ago, technology run amok and infiltrating the core infrastructure of daily life, has arrived. Does he yet know that those Gothic Wonderland moments have a half-life apparently equal to plutonium?