Parker lies in the darkness, recalling the thousand fragments of the hologram rose. A hologram
has this quality: Recovered and illuminated, each fragment will reveal the whole image of the rose.
Falling toward delta, he sees himself in 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.
William Gibson, Fragments of a Hologram Rose
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