(My days in Morgantown were spent in carbo-comas, my nights in algorithmic ectasies.)
It was hot, the night I burned Chrome. Out in the malls and plazas, moths were batting themselves to death against the neon, but in my office loft the only light came from a monitor screen and the blue and red LEDs on the face of the matrix simulator....
Saturday, April 29, 2006
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