In 'Count Zero' there's this incredible scene where they land on this planet called Zion, the Rastafari space colony, and everywhere you go you just hear "the Dub", viscous, rolled up out of thousands of raggae tunes all played up and over each other, dense as the ganja fumes.
Right now what I'm listening to over and over is Kylie's 'made of glass' which starts so solid until it splinters and grows, rhythym tripping, notes that clamber over one another to get out of the past back into the present. And she whispers under them, under herself. Under glass. I could snap, shatter.
― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Wednesday, 19 January 2005 18:54 (twenty-one years ago)