Friday, December 16, 2005

Excerpts in Limbo, Vol. 2

They listened to the open connection, the blank space between them. She saw him sitting at his desk, surrounded by all the papers, the keyboard and the telephones and fax machines, the millions of other mechanical instruments emitting hidden blooms of electromagnetic rays in every direction. All that concrete and metal and glass. New York—the jungle that eats itself, jarring the molecules, vibrating its inhabitants like tuning forks.

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