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William Gibson

September 8, 2007

She looks after him, feeling a wave of longing, loneliness. Not sexual particularly, but to do with the nature of cities, the thousands of strangers you pass in a day, probably never to see again. It’s an emotion she first experienced a very long time ago, and she guesses it’s coming up now because she’s on the brink of something, some turning point, and she feels lost.

William Gibson, Pattern Recognition

Incidental treasures like this, thrown in amongst the flurry. With a handful of words, Gibson captures the essence of something I’ve long felt but have never quite articulated.

That is writing.

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