I crave to be held, touched,loved, wanted, so I push youaway because I want it fartoo much. That little, needychild inside of me with outstretched arms and tearstained cheeks isthe scariest, darkestpart of me.

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Sometimes, falling asleep in Santa Monica, he wondered vaguely if there might have been a larger system, a field of greater perspective. Perhaps the whole of DatAmerica possessed its own nodal points, infofaults that might be followed down to some other kind of truth, another mode of knowing, deep within the gray shoals of information. But only if there were someone there to pose the right question.

– William Gibson