I was thinking for some reason of this last night while I lay spinning in my bed. Or the bed was spinning. Not sure.

Agrippa a poem by William Gibson.

It was originally a limited edition print run of a series of photographs that when exposed to light would start to fade to nothingness over time, and the poem was encoded on a floppy disc that ate the code as it was read line by line, so once it was read it was gone forever.

The final parts of the poem are about as eloquent and beautiful writing I can imagine regarding leaving home for the wider world.


They tore down the bus station
there's chainlink there
no buses stop at all
and I'm walking through Chiyoda-ku
in a typhoon
the fine rain horizontal
umbrella everted in the storm's Pacific breath
tonight red lanterns are battered.

laughing,
in the mechanism.


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Thanks to everyone for putting me in touch with so many locals. Going to meet up with some cool people thanks to all of you.