I'm re-reading The Crying Of Lot 49 right now. For some reason Oedipa's futile scraping for the truth and her association of the San Narciso landscape with a circuit board reminded me of "Vertigo Index." Now that I've re-read the lyrics, I want to watch Brazil again. And re-read Neuromancer. Is summer vacation here yet?
Alienation washes over me, downloading world apartment horror
Wheezing through tea stained lungs comes a voice piped in from a
A tiled grove of telephone wires, rabbit ears and power lines
Insinuated in the residential disintegration that assassinates the sky
And now my being is networked
To be shared among us all.
And my world falls back into place
Or do I fall back into place In my world.