“As I luxuriate in the discovery that I am no special sponge for sorrow, but merely another fallible animal… — William Gibson
“As I luxuriate in the discovery that I am no special sponge for sorrow, but merely another fallible animal in this stone maze of a city, I come simultaneously to see that I am the focus of some vast device fueled by an obscure desire.”
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