"taste of blue"

"taste of blue"

sequenced ■ by

necros / fm
[ necros@axs.net ]

17·1·1995 ■ 6:21 at 142

"his mouth filled with
an aching taste of
blue.. his eyes were
unstable crystal,
vibrating with a
frequency whose name
was rain and the sound
of trains, suddenly
sprouting a humming
forest of hair-fine
glass splines. the
splines split again,
bisected, split again,
exponential growth...

and he was remembering
an ancient story, a
king placing coins on
a chessboard, doubling
the amount at each
square.. exponential...

darkness fell in from
every side, a sphere of
singing black, pressure
on the extended crystal
nerves of the universe
of data he had nearly
become....

and when he was nothing,
compressed at the heart
of all that dark, there
came a point where the
dark could be no more,
and something tore... "

- william gibson,
'neuromancer'