Neon Vines and Data Thieves

My Monstera Adansonii has been aggressively reaching for my reading lamp lately. It seems the plant wants to learn how to hack mainframes.

I recently picked up Neuromancer from Amazon for twenty dollars to see if the fiction could keep up with my foliage. It is a dense, gritty masterpiece that manages to make the sterile, chrome future feel surprisingly lush in its own dark way.

Gibson describes a world where nature is a distant memory, which makes my crowded living room feel like a sanctuary. It is refreshing to read something so cynical while my pilea grows a new leaf just because I looked at it kindly.

The prose is sharp enough to prune a bonsai. It is rare to find a book that feels this electric while also grounding you in the dirt.

If you want to ponder the intersection of human fragility and cold machines, this is the one. Keep it away from the moisture of your ferns though.

Paper does not like humidity, and my Pothos is already trying to claim the spine as a trellis.