Month: August 2019

Your Emperor was answerable to Heaven,– here must we answer to the Market, day upon day unending, for ‘tis the inscrutable Power we serve, an invisible-Handed god without Mercy. Mason & Dixon – Thomas Pynchon (via dianebluegreen)

Bodiless, we swerve into Chrome’s castles of ice. And we’re fast, fast. It feels like we’re surfing the crest of the invading program, hanging ten above the seething glitch systems as they mutate. We’re sentient patches of oil swept along down corridors of shadow. William Gibson, Burning Chrome (via diamondregime )