A while back I cleaned out my parent’s basement and discovered a tattered cardboard box in the back corner under a bunch of old toys and dusty ski gear.

I opened it to discover a pile of books I had treasured as an adolescent, first among equals a dogeared paperback copy of William Gibson's Neuromancer, spotted with mold spores.

That book cast a strange sort of spell on me, threw fresh shadows across my world, and gave me a new perspective on what technology and literature can do.

If you haven't read it, now's as good a time as any.