…The head was there, the image complete. Molly’s face, with smooth quicksilver drowning the eyes. Riviera and the Molly-image began to couple with a renewed intensity. Then the image slowly extended a clawed hand and extruded its five blades. With a languorous, dreamlike deliberation, it raked Riviera’s bare back.
for Grigoris, ’cause he knew what books I should be reading.
for William Gibson, for still writing them.
9.5″ x 14.1″ giclée print.
…and we wait