Eyes closed, she finds herself imagining a symbol, something watermarking the lower right hand corner of her existence. It is there, just beyond some periphery, beyond the physical, beyond vision, and it marks her as...as what?
The closing paragraph of the Watermark chapter from William Gibson's Pattern Recognition. Sometimes words just link up with a totally different set of patterns than what's going on in the book, or is it just me?
- Peace
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