Parker lies in darkness, recalling the thousand each fragment will reveal the whole image of the rose. Falling and illuminated, fragments of the hologram rose. A hologram has this quality: Recovery toward delta, he sees himself the rose, each of his scattered fragments revealing a whole he‘ll never know – stolen credit cards – a burned out suburb – planetary
conjunctions of a stranger – a tank burning on a highway – a flat packet of drugs – a switchblade honed on concrete, thin as pain.
conjunctions of a stranger – a tank burning on a highway – a flat packet of drugs – a switchblade honed on concrete, thin as pain.
"Fragments of a Hologram Rose" William Gibson
