the density of space

Articulated longing, lost dreams.

Gibson, William. Count Zero. New York: The Berkley Publishing Group, 01987.

“But Marly was lost in the box, in its evocation of impossible distances, of loss and yearning. It was somber, gentle, and somehow childlike. It contained seven objects.

The slender fluted bone, surely formed for flight, surely from the wing of some large bird. Three archaic circuit boards, faced with mazes of gold. A smooth white sphere of baked clay. An age-blackened fragment of lace. A finger-length segment of what she assumed was bone from a human wrist, grayish white, inset smoothly with the silicon shaft of a small instrument that must once have ridden flush with the surface of the skin—but the thing’s face was seared and blackened.

The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.”

— Count Zero, William Gibson (15)

Coudal Partners has put together an intriguing documentary short in a series of five segments (the last of which was posted this morning). I’ve recommended it to Ironweed for inclusion in one of their monthly discs—hopefully they’ll pick it up. I’d love to see what films they’d pair it with.