I feel like the kids in Narnia who came upon the great hall lined with magnificent statues and rich tapestries, testaments to former richness, now echoing and still.
I can see that you've been here, but every day you slip further into the past.
I came here after my second run though Pattern Recognition, hoping to find kindred readers and possibly some attempts at soemthing like the footage. I've found both (though I'm bummed that I missed the elusive Russiona site), but preserved as though in amber. Enticing, but inaccessible.
I wonder if anyone's seen the very interesting film (I suppose I should write "film" in this oh so digital age. Though I do still say "album," "dial," and "tin foil.") No Maps for These Territories? Someone with a video camera filming William Gibson talking about life in these modern times while driving around in the back seat of a car. Jack Womack (another wildly imaginative writer, to whom PR is dedicated, or at least acknowledged) rides with him for part of it.
I'll watch it again and have more to say.
Please come back.
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